Mama's Pot
Fiks Martin
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Are you stocking me, ain't you ghosting me oh wow Things done took a turn? Are you kidding me Ain't I everything you couldn't vibe with My lonelinesss taught me everything, that my only friend is the money Bot the apps, and the addy private Unless your girl tryna vaya with me Villain moves hope your heros are ready, I stick to my do's the vice won't change Jesus piece tell their egos I'm ready, increase the grief I don't like em sane Positivity doesn't equal happiness problems an enemy's guard the place My medulla thinks more moola I'm ma look out for prada baked A sing a long withno zombies bae she would hog with her flower baked The game ain't sweet, no candy crush, that's why, I fix my faults I want all the cake Sting like a bee I'm candy man, with great power comes great response from greats Check my feed how I fed my haters! scrollin' on me, won't desolve the aches Life was but a bane till I bruce wayne my numbers switcheroo For your eyes only seven she sends nude trying to get me in a mood Post temporary highs nigga I'm thigh'd, and I'm drilling her in the stu I had so much doubt on my shoulder till brushed it off Jigga move That's why I don't care what they think about me I'm hot I ain't scare I look you devils right in the eye I ain't dead jafar, quit flossing with your mama's pot Double tap Follow back I do not unblock I don't care what they think about me I'm hot I ain't scare I look you devils right in the eye I ain't dead jafar, quit flossing with your mama's pot Double tap Follow back I do not unblock Bad guy martin eilish no back up my schemes got this Check my margins I've kilt your rappers I've been cuffin They say music has no direction curators don't know what's a rap heat I was raised in a broken township all we could do is vent through the conflict Watching Documentaries to inspire the mission tell myself I'm rich How can? I not be different, I'm a have not producing Tellaman typa beats My writing Proverb status with a little bit of magic I'm a horsemen with Tricks My profits only benefit me and the family, that's obvious they can suck our ds Phola boy cause that attitude of speaking down on my hustle will kill you Phola boy you got big dreams so comparing them to what you see gon shrink you Phola boy yes uyatshisa boy but mans not hot unless the figures talk So Phola boy your blow ups on the way don't Jika boy that's a Kiernan ploy I've tried everything to get everybody to listen I've dized everything to get everybody to pitch in I've cried every night thinking none of this would give in I had to tell myself I'm a monster Live in my delusions Tell my Papa I'm a movie Black Peter Parker choking on doobies I love god but don't you use him To steal my gwala nah I don't care what they think about me I'm hot I ain't scare I look you devils right in the eye I ain't dead jafar, quit flossing with your mama's pot Double tap Follow back I do not unblock I don't care what they think about me I'm hot I ain't scare I look you devils right in the eye I ain't dead jafar, quit flossing with your mama's pot Double tap Follow back I do not unblock
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