Always wanted fame and then hated it
Took her to the capes thinking I could just save the bitch
That's my hoe, don't care who she in Vegas with
I can't tie the knot, don't care who I'm entangled with
Anything I drop might not pop but it ain't no miss
Anything I say might apply but it ain't no diss
I just left the bank, she get wet when I'm raining it
I just finished her with a storm on some Raiden shit
Ballin' as a kid, never did get to make a wish
Way before Nintendo, I knew I had to make a switch
Rappin' wasn't payin', worked for Larry to pay the rent
Always said I'll make it and you obviously ain't convinced
She said pull up on me but I'm already headed home
I don't need nobody, need your body then leave me lone
I know we be rockin', she not jockin', what we be on
Way before Ben Simmons, bitch, I been seen these center folds
Feelin' like I do this shit by myself
This is not a song, this a cry for help
I can't sell my soul to supply the wealth
I know how it feel to be bottom shelf
Usually I keep this shit to myself
But this is just a motherf*ckin' cry for help
I swear I wear this pain like a title belt
That nigga got too lit and then shot hisself
Always wanted fame and then hated it
Took her to the capes thinking I could just save the bitch
That's my hoe, don't care who she in Vegas with
I can't tie the knot, don't care who I'm entangled with
Anything I drop might not pop but it ain't no miss
Anything I say might apply but it ain't no diss
Only feel a way when I'm interested
I just need to see that pussy, girl, I'm a visionist
Please don't give that pussy away, girl, it's too intricate
Sometimes I might give this dick away, I'm a hypocrite
Never number two, but I been the shit
Stay around these blues, I had to channel my inner crip
Guess I am a snake the shit, I'm spittin' be venomous
Guess you still a freak, we still might link, but it's hit or miss
Feelin' like I do this shit by myself
This is not a song, this a cry for help
I can't sell my soul to supply the wealth
I know how it feel to be bottom shelf
Usually I keep this shit to myself
But this is just a motherf*ckin' cry for help
I swear I wear this pain like a title belt
That nigga got too lit and then shot hisself
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Always wanted fame and then hated it
Took her to the capes thinking I could just save the bitch
That's my hoe, don't care who she in Vegas with
I can't tie the knot, don't care who I'm entangled with
Anything I drop might not pop but it ain't no miss
Anything I say might apply but it ain't no diss
I just left the bank, she get wet when I'm raining it
I just finished her with a storm on some Raiden shit
Ballin' as a kid, never did get to make a wish
Way before Nintendo, I knew I had to make a switch
Rappin' wasn't payin', worked for Larry to pay the rent
Always said I'll make it and you obviously ain't convinced
She said pull up on me but I'm already headed home
I don't need nobody, need your body then leave me lone
I know we be rockin', she not jockin', what we be on
Way before Ben Simmons, bitch, I been seen these center folds
Feelin' like I do this shit by myself
This is not a song, this a cry for help
I can't sell my soul to supply the wealth
I know how it feel to be bottom shelf
Usually I keep this shit to myself
But this is just a motherf*ckin' cry for help
I swear I wear this pain like a title belt
That nigga got too lit and then shot hisself
Always wanted fame and then hated it
Took her to the capes thinking I could just save the bitch
That's my hoe, don't care who she in Vegas with
I can't tie the knot, don't care who I'm entangled with
Anything I drop might not pop but it ain't no miss
Anything I say might apply but it ain't no diss
Only feel a way when I'm interested
I just need to see that pussy, girl, I'm a visionist
Please don't give that pussy away, girl, it's too intricate
Sometimes I might give this dick away, I'm a hypocrite
Never number two, but I been the shit
Stay around these blues, I had to channel my inner crip
Guess I am a snake the shit, I'm spittin' be venomous
Guess you still a freak, we still might link, but it's hit or miss
Feelin' like I do this shit by myself
This is not a song, this a cry for help
I can't sell my soul to supply the wealth
I know how it feel to be bottom shelf
Usually I keep this shit to myself
But this is just a motherf*ckin' cry for help
I swear I wear this pain like a title belt
That nigga got too lit and then shot hisself
Took her to the capes thinking I could just save the bitch
That's my hoe, don't care who she in Vegas with
I can't tie the knot, don't care who I'm entangled with
Anything I drop might not pop but it ain't no miss
Anything I say might apply but it ain't no diss
I just left the bank, she get wet when I'm raining it
I just finished her with a storm on some Raiden shit
Ballin' as a kid, never did get to make a wish
Way before Nintendo, I knew I had to make a switch
Rappin' wasn't payin', worked for Larry to pay the rent
Always said I'll make it and you obviously ain't convinced
She said pull up on me but I'm already headed home
I don't need nobody, need your body then leave me lone
I know we be rockin', she not jockin', what we be on
Way before Ben Simmons, bitch, I been seen these center folds
Feelin' like I do this shit by myself
This is not a song, this a cry for help
I can't sell my soul to supply the wealth
I know how it feel to be bottom shelf
Usually I keep this shit to myself
But this is just a motherf*ckin' cry for help
I swear I wear this pain like a title belt
That nigga got too lit and then shot hisself
Always wanted fame and then hated it
Took her to the capes thinking I could just save the bitch
That's my hoe, don't care who she in Vegas with
I can't tie the knot, don't care who I'm entangled with
Anything I drop might not pop but it ain't no miss
Anything I say might apply but it ain't no diss
Only feel a way when I'm interested
I just need to see that pussy, girl, I'm a visionist
Please don't give that pussy away, girl, it's too intricate
Sometimes I might give this dick away, I'm a hypocrite
Never number two, but I been the shit
Stay around these blues, I had to channel my inner crip
Guess I am a snake the shit, I'm spittin' be venomous
Guess you still a freak, we still might link, but it's hit or miss
Feelin' like I do this shit by myself
This is not a song, this a cry for help
I can't sell my soul to supply the wealth
I know how it feel to be bottom shelf
Usually I keep this shit to myself
But this is just a motherf*ckin' cry for help
I swear I wear this pain like a title belt
That nigga got too lit and then shot hisself
Writer: Jahmi Chester-Owens
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