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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maëldan Wilmet
Songwriter
Lyrics
Okay i'm back
Take notes
Im with a bad bitch, smash
Baby give me throat
I make this shit look simple
I want it the most
No competition, when im up
These bitches turn to ghosts
Okay im back with a vengeance
Like my dish it's cold
Lil boy don't ask me shit
Won't say, magician's code
And i ain't mixing nah
Commissions closed
Oh shit im fucked up boy you know
I got a wicked soul
No shit i own it
Im in this for the long haul, give a shit about a trend
I know i should be saving, everything i make, i spend
Im taking just the bands, could give a shit about the fame
And i don't ever wanna know what's going down inside my head
Lately i been meditating i feel like a hunter
You can ask around, there ain't a fuckboy on my roster
She kept on calling, i don't know how she got this number
Im a wonder boy, im feeling mighty like im Foster, hah
These bitches under pressure
They keep talking, i ain't sure they really get the situation
No redemption, they stopped talking now i know they feel the tension
Owe me anything, i won't forget, im just like Maven
Shut the fuck up, bitch let me introduce myself
Im the oppressor, i conquer your bitch like no one else
The way she look at me, she gon make me lose my senses
She looking fine, but i know she would push me to my death
The way im rapping starting fires
Feel like Martin on a cross
And if they burn, i just don't mind
I'll be the best at any cost
I found myself a blade i liked
Turn to a demon feel like Rhaast
I know these bitches fucking washed
Cos when they talk they sounding soft
Choppa gonna spray on a motherfucker
Make 'em eat the metal
Fucker wanna pipe up
Gas loud you in trouble
Tell 'em all im fed up
Stacked up
Foot the pedal
Yeah I scream loud bitch
What the fuck
Why yo mental
Sorry girl aint sentimental
Set on eating percs
Ar spark it need to reassemble
Brass up in the dirt
Fuck you yall governmental
Rat bitch on alert
Bad bitch wanna fuck with me
And she a demon the way she flirt
I don't give a fuck bout your girl
Or your bitch ass
All I see is green like I actually passed a math class
I don't fuck with your clique your music is Big trash
I blow out her back film it she scream like outlast
Still waiting for the ops to kill me uh
I'm not done til I hit a 100 milli uh
On the block
Hit a milly rock
Fucking block they with me uh
Fucking bring it down
Stop me if you fucking feel me uh
Okay
Used the think the cure for insecurity was buying shit
I thought I'd elevate my mental state up in the flyest drip
But as I'm getting older checked my brain like a psychiatrist
And slowly learning how to operate in my environment
Anxiety and Alcohol I swear this fuckin shit be hittin different
Spit like semi automatic, I see tragic in my vision
Neck cold, heart froze lil bitch I'm really chillen
And if Arsx in the cut, that mean it's lethal the incision
I don't wish for shit I manifest and suddenly I got it
I make profit off my voice so you gon hear me when I talk shit
Lost up in a cloud of ADHD mixed with toxins
Catch me in a Jetta playing Zeppelin with a goth bitch
God this a mothafuckin tragedy
Yo majesty is here, and theres nobody coming after me
I'm filled wit this aggression but you'll only see it passively
For now I'm posted over in my feelings if they ask for me
Im out
Okay i'm back
Take notes
Im with a bad bitch, smash
Baby give me throat
I make this shit look simple
I want it the most
No competition, when im up
These bitches turn to ghosts
Okay im back with a vengeance
Like my dish it's cold
Lil boy don't ask me shit
Won't say, magician's code
And i ain't mixing nah
Commissions closed
Oh shit im fucked up boy you know
I got a wicked soul
No shit i own it
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