[Intro]
(I need to talk to Mike Laury, Hello? This Mike Laury)
(Dubba-AA flexin’)
(This is the sound)
[Chorus]
Walk on the stage and I try to take a look at errybody
Mind in a rage, had to learn that I can’t do for errybody
It ain’t my fault, that how I feel
I ain’t trustin’ nobody
Saw for myself that they don’t care or give a fuck ‘bout my problems
I shoulda knew that you wasn’t real, it was right in my face
How could I not see that there was someone else that’s taking my place
You let me know that there’s so much that one person can take
I got your name on my head and the H stand for hate
[Verse 1]
I’ma gangsta who got feelin’s, you know what you be doin’
Drive that McLaren with no ceilings, lane to lane, I be flowin’
I’m screamin’ blood, I got all my niggas name on my arm
You playin’ games, I ain’t no child, I could go play with my son
In my show when hoes be rushin’ I just ring the alarm
The media say I mistreat you and that shit I don’t be doin’
Name my mixtape after a bitch, I bet her name was [?]
That stand for [?], I think Morocco where she say she was from
Now I’m a star, everybody wait on shit I’ma say
You down for me? Swear I won’t leave, like motherfuck what they say
I prayed to God for to eat so I can’t trip ‘bout my plate
Wait, hold on, niggas say can’t complain ‘bout what’s on my plate, yeah
(I need to talk to Mike Laury, Hello? This Mike Laury)
(Dubba-AA flexin’)
(This is the sound)
[Chorus]
Walk on the stage and I try to take a look at errybody
Mind in a rage, had to learn that I can’t do for errybody
It ain’t my fault, that how I feel
I ain’t trustin’ nobody
Saw for myself that they don’t care or give a fuck ‘bout my problems
I shoulda knew that you wasn’t real, it was right in my face
How could I not see that there was someone else that’s taking my place
You let me know that there’s so much that one person can take
I got your name on my head and the H stand for hate
[Verse 1]
I’ma gangsta who got feelin’s, you know what you be doin’
Drive that McLaren with no ceilings, lane to lane, I be flowin’
I’m screamin’ blood, I got all my niggas name on my arm
You playin’ games, I ain’t no child, I could go play with my son
In my show when hoes be rushin’ I just ring the alarm
The media say I mistreat you and that shit I don’t be doin’
Name my mixtape after a bitch, I bet her name was [?]
That stand for [?], I think Morocco where she say she was from
Now I’m a star, everybody wait on shit I’ma say
You down for me? Swear I won’t leave, like motherfuck what they say
I prayed to God for to eat so I can’t trip ‘bout my plate
Wait, hold on, niggas say can’t complain ‘bout what’s on my plate, yeah
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