[Intro: The Montclairs & MUH]

If I ever have to act like I’m blind

With my 9, with wait

Ooh

Shit

Ooh

Uh

It’s MxTxpe and I’m back bitches

Ooh

Yuh

Ooh, and I

I don’t know what you got

Shit, I don’t know

I don’t know what you got

The fucking name of this song

I don’t know what you got

And I

I don’t care

Look, listen

[Verse: MUH]

Shit I don’t know where to go

I don’t know what place that I call my home

Feel like I belong in wrong places, but shit I don’t really know

Why the hell did I fuck with that stupid little hoe

Cruise around at 3am, I got this nic up in my hand

Pulled up to a random parking lot, she got my dick up in her hand

I need a girl to love me, they always

Trip, I don’t understand

Feel like time just keeps on flying by like, where the minute hand

I’ve said it before, my heart hurts but wasn’t shot like many men

She just wants her freedom, but that means she wants to fuck with many men

If her best friend is a dude you better run, I’ll say it again

And I saw the red flags but I should’ve listened to my friends

You need to back out

Asking for Favors, man how I wonder

I need that lighting, ‘cause lightning don’t come unless there is thunder

I’m in the fast lane, stay outta my lane

Don’t go no slow pace

Popping champagne

You wanna be in the clique now, there is no space

[Bridge:]

So now I’m hiding my feelings until i express it in this poetry

I’m coming back like a toxic bitch, until I know you know it’s me

I don’t need to hear your input ‘cause I know that you‘ll notice me

And I’m confident motherfucker I’ll own this world and I’ll be flowing free

Thought I could perfect my craft in weeks

But those weeks turned into months

And those months turned into years

And I’m here still trynna hunt

I need to ease my pain, J and P roll me up that blunt

Now I got that J, I’m pushing P, now I’m out here trynna stunt

[Verse:]

I don’t got rizz

Some bad bitches I talk I start to freeze

Get me that alc up in my system and that shit turn to a breeze

I start talking up a storm, my words like a category 5, I’m gonna hit Belize

Tell me what you see

Xavier got me through some shit

How to improve my music

I want that GNX Buick

Spending moneys, therapeutic

But I stress out when I dip below a certain amount in savings

‘Cause I’m usually smart with that shit but I just don’t like to say things

[Verse:]

I kept feeding her dollars, until it started to make cents/sense

Like some prostitution ‘cause when I bought her shit, I got sex

Money over everything, that’s why I’m stressing over checks

But lowkey I could back up and drop everything to get back with my ex

But it’s okay

I only drowned myself up in the liquor

And that’s only ‘cause I was just too afraid to pull the trigger

Then I kinda hoe’d around and went to the gym to get bigger

Then I flexed a fake Rollie just to bag a gold digger

I call that hoe a rooster cause any cock-a-doo (cock will do)

And my life motto is “fuck bitches, get money,” that is true

And my life is like a TV show, here comes the season two

I finally got my biggest critic to say, “I believe in you”

Shit, I’m my biggest critic

I critique every lyric

Man that bitch she pessimistic

I gave her everything she think it’s weird how much I care but now I just don’t give shits

I hope all my fans know I love ‘em

I’m not Bill Cosby, but if they sleep on me then, fuck ‘em

[Outro:]

Ah, shit

Oh-oh

This shit kinda got me overwhelmed

I know I’m lost, don’t know if this the 6th or the 7th realm

That was a justicexavier reference bitch