Lyrics

Mama told me I was a God, "Don't get involved with mortals" To keep my destiny in order When you're older, you will thank me for it Don't get it tangled with petty women who blur your vision Keep your head steady for the final mission or the bigger picture It's never you against the world, it's you against the mirror Keep these thoughts in your mind tight like handcuffs Let them label me whatever they want me to be, because Regardless of my actions, they will always select to be a hater Your daddy was a bitch, your mama was a hoe Your sister want my dick, I think I just might let it blow Fuckboy, don't doubt me I'm in the flat black Cadillac and I'm slouchin' Flyin' down the I-95 With a pistol on my hip because you never know why Or when your time's up It can get rough in the 305 so you gotta stick and drive Avoid the petty drama, the primadonnas The demons of the clout multiplyin' like they sproutin' out the ground Open your eyes and look around, these hoes are so deceptive You heard the lyrics in my song but did you get the message? They say I rap too fast and never switch my flow They say they miss my past, the old Baby Bone Suck it up, bitch, grab a bucket, I'm blessed, but I'm not lucky I worked for this, I won't remain stagnant and rusty, yuh I might just slide Walk in, ready to die Pain in my chest, no peace on my mind Walk tall, you can't be denied Oh, oh, you can't be denied Oh, oh I lay low, stroll alone at night I seek approval but I come up short, every time Make peace with demons, pray for them to free me from my mind Oh not so easy, take a seat, get ready for the ride You are exactly where you should be Don't trip, baby, life ain't so 2D I don't need no one to introduce me Lu baby, I walk in and I do me Mountains made of metal, valleys made of plastic Two-faced exchanges, no matches made in Heaven Bullshit conversation, fake-ass embraces Fake-ass mo'fuckers they always the strangest, yeah Hi, hater, how my dick taste from your cubicle? Doing voodoo in a Isuzu, baby got 'em like goo-goo They be watchin' like who Lu, they be watchin' like who knew? Who knew doin' you was a route to the truth, boy Boots made of alligator, belt made of Dachshund Class clown, woke up pissed off so I act out I walk in, I do me, I check in, I check out You see me in public, you blessed now (Amen), yeah I might just slide Walk in, ready to die Pain in my chest, no peace on my mind Walk tall, you can't be denied Oh, oh, you can't be denied (yeah) Oh, oh, take off your disguise Oh, oh, take off your disguise Hmm-hmm
Writer(s): Michele Scatamacchia, Lucas Perez, Christopher Rockwell, Kevin Pouya, Maika Maile Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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