Quisy Wita Y - MVP Season Lyrics

I might be nothing to you but I'm the shit to my city
Mama depend on me like/I'm P Diddy
And my family is biggie got to Make some classics
Family going to be platinum & I Can't go backwards

Think it's sweet on the surface
But it might be worthless
Opportunities curving
And you thinking it's perfect
Females be flirting
Might as well use Jergens
And these bars is service and I WENT it's WORTH it

I gotta bad bitch like Bea Smith yeah
I gotta son I can't trip yeah
I gotta dad he got 6 kids yeah
And I still gotta meet sis what's good

Last name Hazelwood first name amazing
Never go blankman /when Making bold statements
Making a staple
On them trees like maple
And I Don't drink syrup
It's not stable
It ain't playful

Man It gotta be crazy to see that bitch with a hater
Man he did you a favor
Cause that bitch wasn't faithful
Turned into a Playa
Don't ever be hateful
You see that you capable
Getting hoes with no label

I never speak on these dealings
Cause a nigga be chilling
I ain't into the squealing
That's not how I'm winning
Coping with No Ceilings
Amd I went on a killing
Grew up with a hoarder
That's why I hoard all my Feelings let's go (Perfect)

No more he said she said
With all these social sites
Man that shit dead
Niggas still like to gossip
Well it's on site like bossip
Black(and)ing (own) on niggas
While we still on topic

Mind go topless
When I find a profit
Only had options
The hoes was my moshpit
Wilding like Cannon
With my nigga Brandon
If they was going
They ended up stranded

I ain't taking shots
But have a vest
I don't see these new niggas as a threat
And the broke hoes will have Nigga stressed
Cause they want to use a P(Pee)like a drug test

I grew up Poor
6 people on the floor
Making up pallets
Big Locks front door
I never even noticed
I thought it was normal
Grew up got my wave
F*ck being cordial
(Perfect)