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French The Kid

Notice Me

 

Notice Me

(album: No Signal - 2023)


(Ayo, TwinTwo, this is a bad boy beat)

Stood there, holding on my waistline
Hooded, they don't notice me
Your imagination got me dreaming
Feeling like some LSD until you know you're free
Trap intoxicated by some felines
Knee high, mental situations, now I don't go sleep, yeah
Felines, knee high, mental situations, now I don't go sleep, yeah

Like real rap for them real boys
No sleep for them fake ones
Life's fucked and I know that
But I chase a dream until I make one
I got ganged up till I slayed one
Wapped up till I paid one
You got friendship with my paigon
You get crossfired with a ray gun
I don't care
I got a baddie, I tell her my addy, I cum in her hair
I'll call the paddies, they come in and rally like no matter where
No matter who, no matter what, no matter when
Shit
Stuck in a loop, stuck in a beef, stuck in the ends

Stood there, holding on my waistline
Hooded, they don't notice me
Your imagination got me dreaming
Feeling like some LSD until you know you're free
Trap intoxicated by some felines
Knee high, mental situations, now I don't go sleep, yeah
Felines, knee high, mental situations, now I don't go sleep, yeah

Yeah, I still feel trapped like I can't escape
Had to bring my blade to my granddad's wake
I don't know 'bout you, but the fame's not great
Stressing about my fate
But I count my blessings, I can't debate
Confessions like Andrew Tate
I'ma fill this clip and seduce your grave
I don't care about dipping, you don't get—
I don't fuck with this, fuck with him
Fucked-up times when I wrapped up cling
Cross that line, you'll get crossed by sin
If you touch my blood, you'll get crossed by him
Shoutout Loose, Essex king
And my scouser boys from the 8 locked in
Shoutout John, shoutout Jim
Man, I count my blessings I've had with Slimz

Stood there, holding on my waistline
Hooded, they don't notice me
Your imagination got me dreaming
Feeling like some LSD until you know you're free
Trap intoxicated by some felines
Knee high, mental situations, now I don't go sleep, yeah
Felines, knee high, mental situations, now I don't go sleep, yeah

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