Martyr

Lotta exes that still miss me Lotta missed shots, never hit me Can't look back or be stuck in my history Summer's coming hard, better quote me Crucify or martyr I'mma go harder You talk a big game, but you just started No cheats codes, gotta climb through the latter Full-time cappers, five minute rappers Horoscope readers, none of y'all leaders Back in high school I broke hearts at the bleachers Now I need bands and a tinted two seater Board the flight quick bitch is scanning my visa Gotta see heaven, I can't go to hell Ain't finna tell you that time's gonna tell No amount of stress can hand me an L Never ending trouble but I deal with it well You got the gram fooled with unsettled cash Only heard about him, never talked to her mans Typing bibles that the bitch need to read She's cheating with a man that she knows gonna leave I left I had nothing I could stay for Need Moncler, it's a cold world Tryna put my whole circle on a payroll Bro I know I'm spazzing, why you giving all that praise for? Lotta exes that still miss me Lotta missed shots, never hit me Can't look back or be stuck in my history Summer's coming hard, better quote me Crucify or martyr I'mma go harder You talk a big game, but you just started No cheats codes, gotta climb through the latter Full-time cappers, five minute rappers Lotta exes that still miss me Lotta missed shots, never hit me Can't look back or be stuck in my history Summer's coming hard, better quote me Crucify or martyr I'mma go harder You talk a big game, but you just started No cheats codes, gotta climb through the latter Full-time cappers, five minute rappers And I'm back to back with it Y'all are wack with it Tryna say I fell off or quit, not happening You turned up while we was practicing You got a good flow buddy, but your style's missing Homie you showcase no manhood The tab gets long bro, I keep books Her box was trash but the head good Gang put 5 grams in the backwood Tell me how I did it, if can't be done Your poor team can't get your record spun Your whole imagine fake bro, fuck your songs Ain't nobody thought that I would come this long Got more go to still, don't trip Made a whole tape and it's got no skips She texted me saying: I'm missing your lips Had to screen the text quick, cuz I'm making a hit Lotta exes that still miss me Lotta missed shots, never hit me Can't look back or be stuck in my history Summer's coming hard, better quote me Crucify or martyr I'mma go harder You talk a big game, but you just started No cheats codes, gotta climb through the latter Full-time cappers, five minute rappers