Prompt / Lyrics
You play the victim every time but bitch you dead wrong You go Kyrie wit these hittas hit the double cross Playing games wit all the minds you Eva come across You see I’m sauced up This ainn our love Never seen me bossed up Lil bitch you starstruck You fuckin wit a dead man I’m the red man The master n the weapon Taurus 9s n chops yea the ak47 I can’t elevate no h-o-e Fuck the l-o-v-e for a f-e-e Used to love this bitch to death, she started failing me This bitch hear me like she deaf til I send threats to leave I spell it out for you this bitch too t-o-x-I-c That not what I need Turn the N to S n get a bitch to grow my seed While Appreciative for the shit d-I-d Fuck comparing what them hittas do girl you have the clues that he ainn me Don’t give me no reason to be a demon Shawty like me— I swim in that pussy Ima seaman Fuck what they sayin— these hoes keep Switchin it up like seasons Ahh— ahh These people ainn shii this bitch ainn either (nah) Haa I did the shii first you a repeater I dig in that hoe all week n you still beggin just to see her 10 of 10 I been the type of jit to Max the meter 10 of 10 a hunnit percent for hoes I fuck Inna beater Ha— ha These youngins so mad I knew they ainn like me Shid is okay tho U know fuckin wit me is so unlikely I take Dey wifey N kill dat pussy you can’t even ID Shii might need IV I drained the juice Ouu I’m so shiesty Ah— ah Seem like the only one know what I’m doing So self conscious I’m the only one I’ve been pursuing I’m don dada how I’m moving I should be yo father They like prove it but you useless I’m too busy improving Collecting profits like a church no God don’t overdo it Higher knowledge fuck da college how tf do I school ‘em Hittas got guns but stay wit 12 like Ja they ainn my rula On my belt I rock two letters no dis ainn Medusa I’m in this rabbit hole so deep I think I need a scuba You so far from the truth you can’t reach if you had a scoota This bitch so anxious had a sit down n she called me Buddha Life Goes On I might just fake my death n go to Cuba What you onnn? I’m that youngin, ainn that stupid to say a killa I’m still young Uh— no I ain’t dumb Starting five I been the one 4SA I wouldn’t play say all my brothers keep a gun Uh Shit you stupid? Shit rhetorical I see by the way you moving Tried to knock me off balance I’m too rooted When I dream I’m in control so my life is lucid It don’t matter what I’m doing G-O-D inside my music I’m aligned wit God so I could see through him Workin my way out the matrix while you work to be included My thoughts just too inclusive they like how tf you do it? I’m jus computing Really I let it come to me I vibe wit true shit
Tags
R&B, heartbreak, female RnB, vibey
Duration
2:20
Instrumental
No
Created
5/18/2025