You know the truth but you can't even say it I know the game but I don't choose to play it, no I did a lot so I could be yo' favorite, yes They know I'm hot but they don't even say it, say it
You fightin' it Typin' it, deletin' then writin' it Supreme hyphenate Caked up so I'm icin' it Gunnin' to the top, you know I licensed it Why ask the price of it? He ain't hot, nigga, you spicin' it I'm so ahead, it's lice in it When you in the field, you see mice in it Phonе ring, He wifin' it With the pin, I'm strikin' it Bitin' it like thе glove Mike Tyson bit Mirepoix, dicin' it So many carrots, my heart skipped You get roasted like parsnips We stand out like hard nips Much motion, my carsick Pull strings, guitar pick I feel lethargic Doc said, "You are sick" I'm like, "Aw, shit" Throw my hood up for me
Do I have to spell it out? I'm the sugar, honey Do I have to pour it out? You can call me iced tea Say it
You know the truth but you can't even say it I know the game but I don't choose to play it, no I did a lot so I could be your favorite, yes They know I'm hot but they don't even say it Say it
It get spooky when October come Prayin' for my momma only son It's been such a lonely run The illest, yeah, I'm the only one Question, can my homies come? Even when it's over, I still won't be done The beef is Mongolian I don't preach at no podiums I'm eatin' with less sodium Kicked it with Cambodians Clean as a custodian Supreme power, babylonian This is for the stragglers, drops of astragalus My cousin slide like abacus, need know when I die, he gettin' half of this Inhale the lavender Established in my lavishness I was raised with savages So many packages I wanted in but they won't, lettuce, cabbages
You know the truth but you can't even say it I know the game but I don't choose to play it I did a lot so I could be yo' favorite They know I'm hot but they don't even say it, say it
Compositores: Tierra Whack, Adrian Bellaire, Kenete Simms & Walden Wesley