You gotta be a pupil of my pupils
You gotta run when you see Medusa
I'm not good for you, but you love it
I'm not right for you, too unusual
I love giving exes excuses
I live for the rush of refusal
You don't know me till' I open up
I don't know you, but it's cool, yeah
I am a prophet on beats
I'll rap till' I profit on beats
Look in her eyes and don't blink
Ask her to f*ck, I don't think
Can't feel her touch, I still wink
Cope with myself with some drink
Jawline as sharp as a sickle
Cuts through the issues
Kiss on my neck
Then some hickeys on deck
I might just blow a check, cause I love how it gets you, ah
Whatchu want me to be
Yeah
Baby, I'm all you need
Yeah
I can be what you want me to be
Yeah, I'm what you need
Woah
You ain't heard rap this real since X was posted up in the stu'
You ain't heard shit this real
Cause' real shit comes outta real blue
I was by her side on cue
Wonder if she knows how I miss the cues
This shit like a Rubik's Cube
All you squares gon' play by my rules
Hold my hand
I don't hold on too long just to get you confused
I might pour some Henny or some Goose
Get's me in the mood
Say you're in a mood, tongue-f*ck till' two
Not tryna' be rude, but I have no rules
So go bring a friend, a cup, and some ends
And we'll smoke and f*ck till' you can't see the room
You gotta be a pupil of my pupils
You gotta run when you see Medusa
I'm not good for you, but you love it
I'm not right for you, too unusual
I love giving exes excuses
I live for the rush of refusal
You don't know me till' I open up
I don't know you, but it's cool, yeah