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I can't help but feel neglected Changin' up the schedule, your calendar refreshin' Time pass and we move on, nobody said shit How I'm 'posed to act when my morals ain't respected? How you 'posed to act when your feelings ain't protected? From cash and checks, just to get some neck and some necklaces What's next? More turbulence? Prayin' on this plane Success, got a taste of it, never was the same Trademark on that pussy, trademarking my brand-new bitch Yeah, duh, hol' up, blood, hol' up, cuh, hol' up, sis, huh (hol' up) LLC the Glock and I LLC my bitch, huh (LLC) Pass me the rock, I go crazy on my kicks, huh Had to tell my grandma, "Sit back, relax, and shit," huh (make nigga) Make nigga buy her house and car, she's off the list, huh Fake nigga, talkin' 'bout he rich but barely is, huh Eight figures, jumpin' off the stage into the kids, huh (yeah) Single out the shooter, take the shooter to the blitz, huh (yeah) Drop it out of school, dropped deposit on their crib, huh (yeah) Poppin' out on Instagram, I only post my bitch, huh I don't need your input, get your two cents off my pic', huh Generation money, type of money dyin' rich And I wanna say, "Shoutout to the dead, now I flex," woah Shoutout to the dead, to the dead, to the dead, huh Shoutout to the dead, to the dead, to the dead, huh (let's go) Shoutout to the dead, to the dead, to the dead, huh (let's go) Shoutout to the dead, to the dead, to the dead, huh (one) I'm sick of you niggas not takin' no risks I'm takin' avenge and takin' my course (kill 'em) I cannot compete with the mud in my system My tolerance low, I don't tolerate force I protect, I am the one I rose and fold the score I gotta let my ego go You niggas not ready to settle the war (yeah) You niggas not ready to stop bein' hoes You niggas not ready to open the doors You niggas run in, take off with the drawer You niggas not really the richest on Forbes You niggas not ready to deal with the sacrifices And instead, you're passin' the torch Check the surveillance camera at the cemetery See me dancin' on all of your corpses, go You couldn't have love You couldn't have say anymore You don't have say anymore Ayy, big .38, got pulled over twice Had to go and switch plates Bitch, don't think shit sweet I'm the same Baby Keem in forty-eight states I play charades with the bank Just net ten million, now I'm back with the Wraith And I'm goin' home with the loot Mama goin' home with a coupe I'm a hot girl A hot girl I'm a hot girl (make me lose my mind) A hot girl I took the light then hopped on the flight I cannot look towards your jaded advice I took the torch, I quit bein' nice I took the torch, now I gotta fight You niggas impulsive, quick to make moves You're bitin' your flows, a big appetite I look at the hoes, they not into shows I look at your shows, they opera white You gotta be nimble and quick like a fox I don't move in silence, this shit is abrupt I'm VVS'd up, precise in the cut This shit gettin' nice, it's not about me As long as you good, don't worry 'bout me I'm tellin' my friends that you not a freak My new Nia Long is cabinet strong And she not afraid to get on one knee I'm back at the crib, my memory deep I think about mama, I'm Baby Hykeem She got that tatted before I could read I'm spiritual now, I pray in my sleep Twenty years long, I never had dad My dad was a fraud, I had to be tough Twenty million, ho, that's not enough Don't ask no questions, bitch, go add it up I took the light to sacrifice I sacrificed everything I need I could probably fuck these bitches in my sleep Young nigga know the hustle and the peace Stressin' 'bout money turn to other thinhs I was in uncle crib at fourteen Can't get through to mama 'cause she'd rather drink Facin' the vision 'bout a thirteen I was fifteen, I was sixteen I was fifteen, I was sixteen I was fifteen, I was sixteen I was fifteen, I was sixteen I'm a hot girl A hot girl I'm a hot girl (make me lose my mind) A hot girl