I'M HERE FOR...

I'm here for It's the time She said come Around nine I'm here Nigga want more fictional shit Me too, man, I just wanna get in this Got the feeling; might set me up, visiting and y'all got the guide Well, I'ma put some words in yo mouth, welcome myself And I'ma just say "Open wide" Who gon' win at the end though? Know your ass gon' dig below I've been the first one; go eleven, determine me Let me take it off your palm quick "What you here for, nigga?" I don't know Teaching my kids to be like me, and ain't nobody want new shit Guarantee, you make an album take my vocab, so fuck the mic up And update tell the fans, I can tell that you want to pick me Go back and remember out the door, the new flavor New him say "Shoutout to my haters" Do my shit then it be a breeze "I can do whatever you want me to do" They got me queasy, we got the meaning, I tried it; simple, man shit too easy Try too hard to make it so empty (Man no more copies) Man I got plenty See you dance to the sound of mine Preciate you, man I gotta write the mind up By the time I go find the bitches on the swing (Ay, you still got the thing?) It's like, I gotta bother Meet me man, It's a honor My girl super white I decided to write all my lyrics on her body Little spotty, but I got it planned Lil' Manzano's going by command (Ay, don't go focus on all the bitches) I'm tryna escape, high on demand, tapping the bitches, he forgotten Legacy you not talking about (Ok, nigga) But I'll mention the classics, one, pissing on my ant hill Be someone more careful than the new you (Ok, thanks) I'm not done with you yet (The fucking outcast) And thanks for listening Should've happened the first time, niggas don't know what's behind all of 'em I just want to do my own shit, nigga want more fictional shit We take turns, my song gotta return Retain and release, my shit got earned Thanking you for that, show 'em where It's at Y'all niggas don't know what I feel? It don't make sense, what I reel to you, Bitch? New slut, new mindset, better switch You ain't nothing but a waste of cum to me Wasn't meant to me But I'm finishing my thoughts in a song (Uh, save that for later) I can't make it depressing no more Gotta show me be hyper all that, you ain't give a single fuck about me Gone for six days (Yo, where the hype at?) Follow what you say (His shit sucks) "I ain't gotta play" (Give no fucks) Still, I'm getting shame (It's just luck) Ay, look at me, gifted, better girl getting me in this Bitch ass nigga, I've been this Start the biggest year with some tunes, I ain't dark enough, but I got toons I was a part of it "Am I ever gonna get the credit" Everything isn't about you anymore You ain't gonna say I made W.A.G.T.A "New shit better" Then you is a fucking liar I mean it don't hurt if you try Keep me with 'em you can rely 'Boutta brush it off, and I go take it out Grab a utensil blueberry pie Grass surrounded by the sign Put candles around it