F*ck rap let's keep it facts
I went on i95 and i snapped
We ain't give nobody money for that
Still gettin nobody money in fact;
I'll make an & R&B song and it slaps
You can't ignore me I'm all in the chat
I'll R.I.P. any nigga in Rap
Still the same nigga that sit in back
Now i got bitches that's sendin messages
Wishin i was but i ain't comin back
Baby I'm focused on runnin the map
But you could come put ya tongue on my lap
I cannot teach nobody how to act
You can't be mad how i choose to react
You can't be mad when i give you my back
Specially when you didn't have my back
(Specially when you didn't have my back)
Hold we gon we gon bring it back
Mula was there he was right on my left
You was upset you was puffin ya chest
You better learn to believe in yourself
OTS niggas ain't giving you help
Everything comes full circle
Glasses on yeah full Urkel
Easy to find around here
If you ain't willing to homie my credit then you get declined around here
He want the title and he want the title
But that shit is mine around here
Bitches they finessing and doin whatever they need to get by around here
F*ck shade Spade is a Spade
If i ain't paid i ain't touchin a stage
Niggas always talkin bout meetin Up
Never no important shit to say
Never know it's comin til ya day
This the type of game we came play
26 the age i learn to pray
But I know i can't ignore my ways
I ain't have a change of clothes in days
Me my stylist went our separate ways
You know Escobar my mans still
Please don't ask me for the nigga rates
He gon tax you niggas anyway
I could lap you Niggas anyway
Give a f*ck who tryna run the town
I be really runnin through the states
Man I tried to get your crew paid
Same old crew and who went and told me no
I guess we get Mula different ways
Knew this shit was lemons from the gate
Good thing i Be makin lemonade
I turn Wednesday into Wasy day
I was born on Christmas Holiday
I want everything that's on the plate
Careful when you playin with my name
Got no problem swervin through ya lane
Got no problems puttin you to shame
Got a cousin and he from round the way
He been helpin with a nigga aim
I been helpin with the nigga voice
He come through and let the shit sing
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F*ck rap let's keep it facts
I went on i95 and i snapped
We ain't give nobody money for that
Still gettin nobody money in fact;
I'll make an & R&B song and it slaps
You can't ignore me I'm all in the chat
I'll R.I.P. any nigga in Rap
Still the same nigga that sit in back
Now i got bitches that's sendin messages
Wishin i was but i ain't comin back
Baby I'm focused on runnin the map
But you could come put ya tongue on my lap
I cannot teach nobody how to act
You can't be mad how i choose to react
You can't be mad when i give you my back
Specially when you didn't have my back
(Specially when you didn't have my back)
Hold we gon we gon bring it back
Mula was there he was right on my left
You was upset you was puffin ya chest
You better learn to believe in yourself
OTS niggas ain't giving you help
Everything comes full circle
Glasses on yeah full Urkel
Easy to find around here
If you ain't willing to homie my credit then you get declined around here
He want the title and he want the title
But that shit is mine around here
Bitches they finessing and doin whatever they need to get by around here
F*ck shade Spade is a Spade
If i ain't paid i ain't touchin a stage
Niggas always talkin bout meetin Up
Never no important shit to say
Never know it's comin til ya day
This the type of game we came play
26 the age i learn to pray
But I know i can't ignore my ways
I ain't have a change of clothes in days
Me my stylist went our separate ways
You know Escobar my mans still
Please don't ask me for the nigga rates
He gon tax you niggas anyway
I could lap you Niggas anyway
Give a f*ck who tryna run the town
I be really runnin through the states
Man I tried to get your crew paid
Same old crew and who went and told me no
I guess we get Mula different ways
Knew this shit was lemons from the gate
Good thing i Be makin lemonade
I turn Wednesday into Wasy day
I was born on Christmas Holiday
I want everything that's on the plate
Careful when you playin with my name
Got no problem swervin through ya lane
Got no problems puttin you to shame
Got a cousin and he from round the way
He been helpin with a nigga aim
I been helpin with the nigga voice
He come through and let the shit sing
I went on i95 and i snapped
We ain't give nobody money for that
Still gettin nobody money in fact;
I'll make an & R&B song and it slaps
You can't ignore me I'm all in the chat
I'll R.I.P. any nigga in Rap
Still the same nigga that sit in back
Now i got bitches that's sendin messages
Wishin i was but i ain't comin back
Baby I'm focused on runnin the map
But you could come put ya tongue on my lap
I cannot teach nobody how to act
You can't be mad how i choose to react
You can't be mad when i give you my back
Specially when you didn't have my back
(Specially when you didn't have my back)
Hold we gon we gon bring it back
Mula was there he was right on my left
You was upset you was puffin ya chest
You better learn to believe in yourself
OTS niggas ain't giving you help
Everything comes full circle
Glasses on yeah full Urkel
Easy to find around here
If you ain't willing to homie my credit then you get declined around here
He want the title and he want the title
But that shit is mine around here
Bitches they finessing and doin whatever they need to get by around here
F*ck shade Spade is a Spade
If i ain't paid i ain't touchin a stage
Niggas always talkin bout meetin Up
Never no important shit to say
Never know it's comin til ya day
This the type of game we came play
26 the age i learn to pray
But I know i can't ignore my ways
I ain't have a change of clothes in days
Me my stylist went our separate ways
You know Escobar my mans still
Please don't ask me for the nigga rates
He gon tax you niggas anyway
I could lap you Niggas anyway
Give a f*ck who tryna run the town
I be really runnin through the states
Man I tried to get your crew paid
Same old crew and who went and told me no
I guess we get Mula different ways
Knew this shit was lemons from the gate
Good thing i Be makin lemonade
I turn Wednesday into Wasy day
I was born on Christmas Holiday
I want everything that's on the plate
Careful when you playin with my name
Got no problem swervin through ya lane
Got no problems puttin you to shame
Got a cousin and he from round the way
He been helpin with a nigga aim
I been helpin with the nigga voice
He come through and let the shit sing
Writer: Emmanuel Jacinthe
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave