[Intro: The Montclairs & MUH]
If I ever have to act like I’m blind
With my 9, with wait
Ooh
Shit
Ooh
Uh
It’s MxTxpe and I’m back bitches
Ooh
Yuh
Ooh, and I
I don’t know what you got
Shit, I don’t know
I don’t know what you got
The fucking name of this song
I don’t know what you got
And I
I don’t care
Look, listen
[Verse: MUH]
Shit I don’t know where to go
I don’t know what place that I call my home
Feel like I belong in wrong places, but shit I don’t really know
Why the hell did I fuck with that stupid little hoe
Cruise around at 3am, I got this nic up in my hand
Pulled up to a random parking lot, she got my dick up in her hand
I need a girl to love me, they always
Trip, I don’t understand
Feel like time just keeps on flying by like, where the minute hand
I’ve said it before, my heart hurts but wasn’t shot like many men
She just wants her freedom, but that means she wants to fuck with many men
If her best friend is a dude you better run, I’ll say it again
And I saw the red flags but I should’ve listened to my friends
You need to back out
Asking for Favors, man how I wonder
I need that lighting, ‘cause lightning don’t come unless there is thunder
I’m in the fast lane, stay outta my lane
Don’t go no slow pace
Popping champagne
You wanna be in the clique now, there is no space
[Bridge:]
So now I’m hiding my feelings until i express it in this poetry
I’m coming back like a toxic bitch, until I know you know it’s me
I don’t need to hear your input ‘cause I know that you‘ll notice me
And I’m confident motherfucker I’ll own this world and I’ll be flowing free
Thought I could perfect my craft in weeks
But those weeks turned into months
And those months turned into years
And I’m here still trynna hunt
I need to ease my pain, J and P roll me up that blunt
Now I got that J, I’m pushing P, now I’m out here trynna stunt
[Verse:]
I don’t got rizz
Some bad bitches I talk I start to freeze
Get me that alc up in my system and that shit turn to a breeze
I start talking up a storm, my words like a category 5, I’m gonna hit Belize
Tell me what you see
Xavier got me through some shit
How to improve my music
I want that GNX Buick
Spending moneys, therapeutic
But I stress out when I dip below a certain amount in savings
‘Cause I’m usually smart with that shit but I just don’t like to say things
[Verse:]
I kept feeding her dollars, until it started to make cents/sense
Like some prostitution ‘cause when I bought her shit, I got sex
Money over everything, that’s why I’m stressing over checks
But lowkey I could back up and drop everything to get back with my ex
But it’s okay
I only drowned myself up in the liquor
And that’s only ‘cause I was just too afraid to pull the trigger
Then I kinda hoe’d around and went to the gym to get bigger
Then I flexed a fake Rollie just to bag a gold digger
I call that hoe a rooster cause any cock-a-doo (cock will do)
And my life motto is “fuck bitches, get money,” that is true
And my life is like a TV show, here comes the season two
I finally got my biggest critic to say, “I believe in you”
Shit, I’m my biggest critic
I critique every lyric
Man that bitch she pessimistic
I gave her everything she think it’s weird how much I care but now I just don’t give shits
I hope all my fans know I love ‘em
I’m not Bill Cosby, but if they sleep on me then, fuck ‘em
[Outro:]
Ah, shit
Oh-oh
This shit kinda got me overwhelmed
I know I’m lost, don’t know if this the 6th or the 7th realm
That was a justicexavier reference bitch
