Me Me (feat. Waadie & Nashi)

Give a fuck about conditions There's no limit to my diction If you ain't heard it from this mouth i'm using now it's probably gon be fiction I been steady on a mission But frequently erupt conniptions Only in a mental sense Physically cool as spearmint mints Even when the sun missed due to lids failing to commit to the light I still pick up on the hints but i'm losing it need To get a grip right now I am on the end of trail leading to the beginning of itself And i'm looking for an item that willingly put upon a shelf Cause i felt myself sinking and i'll be damned if i let my most important possession Turn to cinders due to my Descent but i chose surrender now Cause in order for myself to fly i gotta first undo my belt Fuck a plane i got angels round me but they will not carry me but tell me how For the owners i will not bow And when the moons is full unleash a howl Baby come and give asylum nookie Have a rookie fix his hips to bow Fix his lips to give a wow And tryna go and sell his soul Exchange for a new ring to bell And aim it at ya ring finger now And every chance he get to nail Hammer hard and never pry it out And just in spite of you capturing me so i've gotta go and show out Retrieve my passion from the shelf have you crying out my name Leave me with a raisin pouch and a dirty finger Kiss it up god know he heard you screamin Don't even let me get started on you because now your hair resembles how You look when you sleep without a bonnet after first body So your night was filled with hours terrorizing Nightmares But now that you got me im the only thing to worry bout I love you Give a fuck about self Picked up money liked its nuffin I done been on top the buildin I been lookin like a million I can see why you dont see it though Been on that side you dont want it though You do the kinda guy to wear jeans to the meeting show that you dont care Gettin deals you finessin they dont even know that you was even there In the back growin up doin what you had to workin on your hustle Bullet proof you go where they cant throw up any missiles Tin man no feelins but she a lion had to have the steel And she comment on my steel Colder than a damn seal Copped a fur for the low kitten with some purr came in with it He run with the mufasa on em Let it roar if you try to disown em King cold got the ice golden frieza with the flaire And she say she like my hair Run my fingers thru her air I feel that she might be a angel I think that im lyin the issue Not really fond of her temple I seen some badder demons down on the dark side I remember far side so thats why im not far sight Oh my Never been the type to cross eye change tides Surfin in a silver range Not mine Never gonna fold dont dot line Near sight dont read stop sign Unwrapped she a fine fun size Young general Dont sit it out Young king shit Gon figure out Den cash out They cant see me so they wanna pull the flash out Too black young panther when its dark Out Cam cams out when the kid touch down Got the stick when she wanna come stall out Me me