Ain’t sending no open verse cause n#gg#s take too long
Why you think I got too many songs on my own?
Damn I got too many f#ckin songs on my phone
Aye, I’m the f#ckin king, I belong on that throne
b#tch, I’ve been goin to crazy lately
b#tch, I’ve been goin to crazy on the daily
b#tch all in my f#ckin face (yea)
But I only want the Blue face (yea)
Be myself, no I can’t change
Be myself, I’m still the same
And I’m still in the same lane
Want racks and recognition, not the fame
Different color masks, apart of my aesthetic
Everyday they printing cash, so I gotta get it
Feel like Fivi, I keep f#ckin that lil hoе cause she a wetty
Shout out to thе people showing love, ain’t never met me
Gotta keep goin, gotta keep goin
Gotta keep goin, gotta keep goin
Gotta keep goin, gotta keep goin
Gotta keep goin, gotta keep goin
I’m making these songs, I’m making these songs
I’m making these songs, I’m making these songs
Y’all singing along, y’all singing along
Y’all singing along, y’all singing along
Making all these songs right in the crib, not in no studio
I don’t even want that lil b#tch, she is a groupie hoe
Give you the whole clip, you already know I’m shootin movies
Can’t hang with that boy because he is a ratatouille
Clip full of baldheads, call that sh#t stewie
Ya hoe gave us all head, she gave us all chewies
Lowkey as f#ck, you don’t know what I’m doing
I’m hot as f#ck, in my songs I keep proving
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