I want more for ya
Butchu gotta want more for yourself
I really want more for you
But you have to want more for yourself
I want more for ya
Butchu gotta want more for yourself
I really want more for you
These haters keep hating me
Them fakers ain't breaking he
They sweat when I bring the heat
And I'm pretty neat
The weight is aching knees
I ain't ever begging, brother nature please
Always bringing peace
If my presence presents upon a beat
And I'm on the beats
Got the hots for hostesses with the sweets
Plus when I get the eats, get the deets, repeat
But also get some cheeks; groceries
She a lightskin like Jhene, A okay
Those were the days
These mega man boots arrived
Through Amazon Prime for the third time
My third rhyme was supposed to be about a dime that way down the line
About yea number five they'd be deprived of cybernetics the entire time
Haven't imagined yet if nano tech could cooperate with prosthetic legs
How about fighter jets adopting Spyder specs
Or expose bit by bit of Area 51 next
Or the securities checks that's gotta be a flex
He's him like Rick Sanchez don't be perplexed
Perhaps prevent from playing as previous necks
Actual parental guidance violence through text
Take a breather
(This Is Not Ai)
Didn't expect to be alive the date arrived
I'd be one to see the six get unalived by the nine
Yet turn out just fine like these Mega Man boots from Amazon
Still in my