Illustrator

(专辑： BeBe Kidd 2 - 2018)

Same motherfuckas told me stop showing love and look out for myself
Same ones keep calling asking me for favors
Same people tell me watch out for my jealous friends
Same motherfuckas I'm starting to think they haters
Pain come from up top like a migraine
Lately I don't need no motherfucking pen or paper
Got yo bitch yelling ouuu like an instigator
Got paper all different colors, I'm an illustrator

Mama said don't speak unless it's something nice
Alright Gucci shirt was 700, that was something light
Been that nigga, guess the world just noticed overnight
[?] and Dre always believed when I got on that mic
Young as hell when I realized hoes was trife
Was young when my mans switched, my heart cold as ice
Bebe kid, used to race home on them stolen bikes
Finally got my bitch punching, you can call me Ike
She got booking in her bio, bitch what's the price?
I ain't finna fuss or fight, I'll punch a flight
They say what's done in the dark always come to light
I hope the never know how we played it the other night
Said this my last day smoking, I lied
Reminiscing about the pain when I'm closing my eyes
Fuck if a bitch choose me, I'm chosen by God
Run it up and stay strapped cause niggas hoping I die
These rappers fake gangstas, groupie hoes in disguise
All those other rappers' dickriding hoes is on mine
But when I smack the shit out you, hope you know they won't slide
Put a couple in yo frame like you going to prom
In a rental with that ratchet like I'm going to prom
Nine times out of ten now you going to God
High as hell tripping doing doughnuts like a cop
Like a merry-go-round we got poles in the ride
She's sprung, got her whipped like I broke in her ride
Get the neck, then I dip, no I don't wanna buy
Used to fuck hoes without knowing they name
Now I need I all her info
Cause too much shit floating around
Cops took my .38, now I'm toting a nine
Fit right in my pocket, they won't know it's inside
Got my team on my back, feel like Kobe or Bron
Bad bitch at the crib, that's one trophy of mine
I was told you shouldn't bring every horse the pond
Cause niggas plotting every day
One in the head, gotta cock it every day
Told it, "I can't be without you", feeling like I'm Mary J
Niggas tryna get a dollar every way, it ain't no rules
It ain't the same, niggas capping over Protools
[?] I'm sorry, been a minute since I wrote you
But on my life you gon' have millions to come home to
He said, "This nigga coming home soon talking crazy cause
Give me the word and I'm on him", I said fuck that
When he get out, let me get him, you stay out of trouble
It's almost time I need my mothafucking cause back
Until my nigga [?] died, I was like fuck rap
Now every nigga in the city is a suspect
You know we keep them toys on us like the Rugrats
Put yo shit all on the wall like a thumb tack

They said stop showing love and look out for myself
Same ones keep calling asking me for favors
Same people tell me watch out for my jealous friends
Same motherfuckas I'm starting to think they haters
Pain come from up top like a migraine
Lately I don't need no motherfucking pen or paper
Got yo bitch yelling ouuu like an instigator
Got paper all different colors, I'm an illustrator

She knew I had the juice but she wanted a different flavor
Came in the kitchen later checking her refrigerator
There's thirsty hoes everywhere, I'm in a different mouth
Going crazy, all this fake love they dishing out
Blowing loud, bitch I'm stoned like Squidward house
Girl step with yo bitch, dog I'm in and out
All these colors in my chain I feel like Mr. Brown
Watching Mickie Mouse, clutching on a Mickie Mouse
Rubbing on my bitch ass, 'bout to dick her down
These bitches tryna trick a player like an end-around
I'm tryna put my hood on like the sprinkling on
Imma get to it as long as they keep printing paper
All different colors, I'm an illustrator
We on yo head, that bulletproof is not a difference maker