Damn you really got a lot to say
Really gonna hold me to my word oh great
Got a lot of shit I gotta take to my grave
Give me all your secrets baby I just gotta know
You better hop out it's late I just need peace and a break
I don't wanna talk cuz talk get cheap
If you ain't chirping growth Don't peep
Jump to conclusions bitch take a leap
Holding us down like a dog on a leash
You know I know
Yeah we at the park like link
Got my shorty dazzled in pink, yeah
Grew from the bottom of the canyon
Now she wanna talk sweet like candy
I don't wanna hear your f*ck-shit opinions
Pronoun give a damn thing about it
F*ck around with a dumb bitch get louder
Holding me to my shit on me
Holding me to my knees all week
How the f*ck a flea gon' be a leech
That's the type of shit I can't believe
Said it's you and me
What I thought anyway
Till you proved some things
And you can't take blame and I can't unsee
You know I know you know I know
I know that you can't believe
Got a lil Skeptic on me, yeah, yeah
Three letters, UME
Lotta lettuce, like Greek
Came with the brothers, came with the team
Play games like EA blow steam
Empty the cup, Bruce lee
Been in the cut, loose leaf
Swinging it left and I'm hitting it right
I like my honey like Pooh, see
Clock's running down oh shit oh shit
Been waiting on my mind to slip like this
On my high Horse and a power trip
Imma get a gold lil crown to flex
Grew from the bottom of the canyon
Now she wanna talk sweet like candy
I don't wanna hear your f*ck-shit opinions
Pronoun give a damn thing about it
F*ck around with a dumb bitch get louder
Holding me to my shit on me
Holding me to my knees all week
How the f*ck a flea gon' be a leech
That's the type of shit I can't believe