throwing me off

Blackedy, you're a rapper now! (Desire)

Yo, me and my brothers, we get to the paper

All that really matters is putting shit first

Counting me out, I was the underdog

Kinda crazy that shit I'll reverse

I asked my mother, like, what are you buying?

You want the Chanel, or the Gucci purse?

Nigga, I hopped on the beat, I spent my life

Bro, I don't gotta rehearse

Making these bands off Distro, can't save it and invest in shit

Back in the day, I was stressed as shit

I put a lil' 20 ball on my teacher

I don't give a fuck about the test and shit

Yeah, I gotta be humble, but sometimes I should be showing it off

Yeah, you bad as hell, but you kind of annoying

That shit should be throwing me off

They like Black, how the fuck you be rapping like that?

I really just rolling it off

If I feel like you getting too close, I probably just close

I'm closing the door, reason to get paper, that's really the main goal

She be looking like a main goal

I don't really be outside, I don't fuck with niggas

Don't go where I can't go

Why the fuck would I die? Niggas know that I always try

Really never show, but I don't be on earth

So never look me in my eye

Niggas press, cause I've got enough

I bust them right off, bust them like a fly

I'm the type of nigga, I just leave this shit

I wouldn't even tell you goodbye

I wouldn't tell you goodbye, go ghost like Casper

I'm the master, you just taught me that

I'm probably fucking your friend like right after

I'm just living my life and really playing by the code

Getting smarter as I'm getting old

Freak shawty put her hands like right on my pants

Like damn, I didn't know you was broke

Don't ever call me your money, dude

I can never be your buddy, dude

Only like if she kinda rude

Don't do too much, I'm not in the mood

I tell my brothers, don't crash, be smart

Never let nobody in, close to your heart

Sure, no niggas not talking a fart

Standing my side, not waiting my part

Me and my brothers, we get to the paper

All that really matters is putting shit first

Counting me out, I was the underdog

Kinda crazy, that shit I'll reverse

I asked my mother like, what are you buying?

You want the Chanel, or the Gucci purse?

Nigga, I hopped on the beat, I spent my life

Bro, I don't gotta rehearse

Making these bands off distro, can't save it and invest the shit

Back in the day, I was stressed as shit

Up below 20, ball on my teacher

I don't give a fuck about the class and shit

Yeah, I gotta be humble, but sometimes I should be showing it off

Yeah, you bad as hell, but you kind of annoying

That shit should be throwing me off