Enoch - Woke / Ignorant Lyrics

Really
Really really. Yuh
(Mom! PharaTrill's at it again!)

Medicate til I'm lifted up into Heaven
It's a blessing but I'm counting and all my sins reach eleven

In this setting I am lost, but Satan is tryna kill me, tryna spill me
Taxes don't go to the grave, don't try to bill me

About paying for your dinner ho
I don't care anymo', I do the dash out the do!

But after eating good I think I'm in coma for these commas
Got a lotta shit to worry about like the food in my mouth
Don't try to pull me into petty drama i don't wanna hear nada

Unless I'm bumping to Franky Sinatra that night for sonatas

Then I'm all ears baby
What's the news? What you heard?
If them niggas talking love, tell em that shits for the birds

It's absurd how it's easily written and then it's spitten
But these niggas can't even talk without my permission

No more talking in the mic about diamond and jewels
PSYCH bitch I gotta flex, you really thought I was a fool?

Got you confused!

Really
Really, really
Really

Don't talk about loving a f*cking hoe
Or loving plucking petals straight off of a f*cking rose

But then again if she a hoe, then we know she finna blow
Got the crew on deck, give us neck, as above, so below

Pass her to the bros, Uzi Vert, I only want the top
Pussy so wet my nigga Robert had to get a mop

Yeah she made a mess, but we made one on her chest
Told her next time she steps, she better wear a f*cking vest

I'm the best
Bitch I'm flier than a fully grown bird in a nest, yeah bitch
I'm obsessed
With the jewels on my neck VVS dripping, Cardi B how I finesse
Bitch I'm cursed! With the flow of the first worst rapper with turrets how my adlibs outburst
I'm reversed! I'm immersed and submerged so far into music all my niggas wanna a verse

Yuh. Really, really?
Really, really
Yuh, aye, aye, yo, whoa, bitch!
Ha! Wet! Aye!
Oo-oh!
Enoch Morris in this bitch!
Yuh!