Look ma, I can rap too
Stressing myself pain and pressure but I have to
Hungry like fat dude, Ragu saucing
Rebirth the new me and put the old one in a coffin
I keep a pen on me often, still
Left the old one in the coffin
Granny got sick and it goes deeper than coughing
If she see the gates then I've officially lost it, but I'm officially off it
I just wanna be like Mavi or Doom
Seemingly unknown but you know em if they walk in the room
I swear to god I die the day that they put Ye in the tomb
He the reason I packed up and just popped out of my room
He the reason I'm a runner and ain't returning too soon
I need to save more money
I'm not that cute nigga I get bitches it's just cause I'm funny
Make her laugh
Missionary positioning, hands on her calves
Mid-kissing laughs, cause we not even worried bout pasts
The buck teeth boy
I honestly hope you enjoy
And it don't matter if you didn't, cause these beats was free
Google searches of Youtube to Mp3
Maybe this shit blows up, and I gotta pay the fee
Maybe it doesn't, and that'll have to be fine with me
I'm more into clothes
Don't get it mixed up like my brand with the O and the E
I potently speak
Easily persuasive to weak, I need to try falling in love with me
But look in mirrors, and nigga I am not pleased
Constantly in the kitchen- pot steams
Constantly tryna write through these plot schemes
Hopefully, this the plans of a god being
Beat the odds like Steve Jobs or Stevie Wonder and Ray Charles seeing
Beat the odds like Stevie Wonder or Ray Charles seeing
To be
To be
To be
To be
To be loved
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Look ma, I can rap too
Stressing myself pain and pressure but I have to
Hungry like fat dude, Ragu saucing
Rebirth the new me and put the old one in a coffin
I keep a pen on me often, still
Left the old one in the coffin
Granny got sick and it goes deeper than coughing
If she see the gates then I've officially lost it, but I'm officially off it
I just wanna be like Mavi or Doom
Seemingly unknown but you know em if they walk in the room
I swear to god I die the day that they put Ye in the tomb
He the reason I packed up and just popped out of my room
He the reason I'm a runner and ain't returning too soon
I need to save more money
I'm not that cute nigga I get bitches it's just cause I'm funny
Make her laugh
Missionary positioning, hands on her calves
Mid-kissing laughs, cause we not even worried bout pasts
The buck teeth boy
I honestly hope you enjoy
And it don't matter if you didn't, cause these beats was free
Google searches of Youtube to Mp3
Maybe this shit blows up, and I gotta pay the fee
Maybe it doesn't, and that'll have to be fine with me
I'm more into clothes
Don't get it mixed up like my brand with the O and the E
I potently speak
Easily persuasive to weak, I need to try falling in love with me
But look in mirrors, and nigga I am not pleased
Constantly in the kitchen- pot steams
Constantly tryna write through these plot schemes
Hopefully, this the plans of a god being
Beat the odds like Steve Jobs or Stevie Wonder and Ray Charles seeing
Beat the odds like Stevie Wonder or Ray Charles seeing
To be
To be
To be
To be
To be loved
Stressing myself pain and pressure but I have to
Hungry like fat dude, Ragu saucing
Rebirth the new me and put the old one in a coffin
I keep a pen on me often, still
Left the old one in the coffin
Granny got sick and it goes deeper than coughing
If she see the gates then I've officially lost it, but I'm officially off it
I just wanna be like Mavi or Doom
Seemingly unknown but you know em if they walk in the room
I swear to god I die the day that they put Ye in the tomb
He the reason I packed up and just popped out of my room
He the reason I'm a runner and ain't returning too soon
I need to save more money
I'm not that cute nigga I get bitches it's just cause I'm funny
Make her laugh
Missionary positioning, hands on her calves
Mid-kissing laughs, cause we not even worried bout pasts
The buck teeth boy
I honestly hope you enjoy
And it don't matter if you didn't, cause these beats was free
Google searches of Youtube to Mp3
Maybe this shit blows up, and I gotta pay the fee
Maybe it doesn't, and that'll have to be fine with me
I'm more into clothes
Don't get it mixed up like my brand with the O and the E
I potently speak
Easily persuasive to weak, I need to try falling in love with me
But look in mirrors, and nigga I am not pleased
Constantly in the kitchen- pot steams
Constantly tryna write through these plot schemes
Hopefully, this the plans of a god being
Beat the odds like Steve Jobs or Stevie Wonder and Ray Charles seeing
Beat the odds like Stevie Wonder or Ray Charles seeing
To be
To be
To be
To be
To be loved
Writer: Doug Waterman, John Williams
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid