[Intro]
(Andyr)
Please tell Lil Poppa to stop, like
Tell him to stop being M.I.A, come be a rapper
Like, us in the streets need you, brodie
Angels should be dancing ballet to your music, what are you doing?
Like, I need a concert
I need something, you need to be with a orchestra rapping (Ooh, Tash)
You hear me?
Just stop going M.I.A broski, like, come on now (I'm tryin')
How you just drop an album and delete your Instagram? (Shit aight though)
You know, I'm tryna figure it out too
Just bare with me, shorty
[Verse 1]
I put my life on the line
Then I turn around and put that same life in my rhymes
I tried controllin' my emotions, can't put my pride to the side
Certain ones I preached forever with ended up not survivin'
And those were my savages
I'll never have what he had again
Let me switch the topic before I'm sad again
Fuck, I done made my fans mad again
Fuck 'round and disappear a hundred times this year
I know it might seem strange
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