[Verse]
Ooh, shorty hit me up flexin' all her jewellery
Sextin' me, sextin' me, all that shit new to me
If I go out I don't really need a boo with me
Air the room out when I walk in with Louis V's
Out of all these rappers, no hoes is choosin' me
They tryna peel back the mask, bitch, this ain't no Scooby D
C$ hit me up and said that it's cool we be
Remember the people that used to go to school with me
One of 'em had to leave, now I say, "Who with me?" Uh
Room filled with paper like that guy who kеpt writing to Diddy
Don't come to my town 'cause it's too shitty
Heroin addicts and woo-sippy's, yеah
You can call me, can call me a king, baby
You can be mine but let me do my thing, baby
You can come over I'll buy you a ring, baby
Be my ride-or-die, else you too shady
These bitches the same, you ain't cool, baby
Last night I came home with two ladies
And she had some ass, I said, "Woo, baby
Throw that shit back since you lose, baby"
She hit me in the face, guess I'm too crazy
I'm her Knight in shinin' armour, Suge, baby
I'm a car, I been chasin' through loops, baby
People I used to beef with now sayin', "We cool, ain't we?"
So yeah, bitch, I'm Welsh, all I'm saying's, "Fuck 12"
I been rappin' since 12, this that Melly verse Melv'
Yeah, I'm so Bi-Polar, told shorty, "Hop in my Rover"
We sippin' drinks 'til it's over, at the club hungover
I tell my bitch that I've made some enemies
Rappers end Grammy's, is the next Emmy's?
I've just been lookin' at what N sent me
Some people I fuck with left and never went with me, yeah
Used to fuck with the feds, now they repentin' me
First run-in at nine, you ask 'bout my mental health, no, I'm not fine
I'ma go to the kitchen and chug a bottle of wine
'Til I die, I'ma do nun' but cry
I'ma jump off a building if it makes shit fine, yeah, uh
But, ooh, maybe all I need is acceptence
Remember the days was three at reception
When I started I used to tell 'em
That I'd be great but they'd call me a melon
But now they walk up to me when I'm on the stage
Bein' friends to me is magic to 'em but I ain't no mage
Writin' these verses straight down on my page
And they tryna steal 'em 'cause they want the fame
All for themselves, ooh, all for themselves, yeah