Hey what's this one song shit
Shit
I've been staying silent like ghost notes
Though my new work gonna spook 'em like a seance with no host
I'm not into making posts
I don't give a damn about the promo
Take a glance don't even feel FOMO but
Anita Max Wynn like Drake
A little buzz to get me lightyears above all the fake
Something like if I won the biggest pot on stake dot com
I mean shit, I got one-liners better than your whole song
I'm done f*cking around, to me you're just a smorgasbord
Like I'm an alcoholic and I'm shooting up the liquor store
No more f*cks to give but a lot of things to take
I know I'm great, I see my place, I found the X
I grab my spade, you bet I wait
My turn coming no assistant to notify me
I just feel it know that you will not be overriding
I think it's my time, on my Morris Day
I can no longer waste, I hope that you enjoy the taste