You gotta think I make a lot of music about the struggle I don't mind going through the struggle This just another one, ya heard me (Say Kevin bruh, man what the fuck I'm hearing?) I will not be disrespected (What's going on out there?) Nigga or bitch (Damn bruh you dropped the ball) I know, I know, I know, I know (Man you ain't representing me) Imma shake back
[Verse 1:] Man in the mirror you way out of order Go to jail who gonna look out for your daughter All on the news bout what happened in Florida Posted on Worldstar a iPhone recorded She grabbed my dick overreacted, I'm sorry Two or three times I had already warned her Edit that part out, I don't Like to argue My children go with me to every performance
[Interlude:] Wrong you should have respect for yourself You a queen and you wasn't respecting yourself Ever been disrespected, you know how it felt You don't have to like me go love someone else
[Verse 2:] Father forgive me I fucked up a blessing When ever I fall you the only one to catch me Let's change the subject; I gave a confession You put me back in it I bet I go extra
[Interlude:] Wrong you should have respect for yourself You a queen and you wasn't respecting yourself Ever been disrespected, you know how it felt You don't have to like me go love someone else
[Verse 3:] SauceLord Rich way they got me feeling I don't get tired, I got ten jobs I am Zuse bumping Lito when I'm chilling Imma Breadwinner that is my religion Don't comment on twitter let you know I meant it I might like her picture I'm like nigga really? I'm like Bobby Fisher eat my competition I'm ready to die, You gone have to kill me With you right or wrong, Don't believe in switching Nasty from the shoulders watch how I switch positions Put him in a blender my heart been December Put him in a spitter, can't be reassembled I'm a real nigga, really made mistakes Never ran away, I am not pretending High school back when I was at McKinley I still fuck with Scooby, shout out to lil Brittney Stay with black guys, niggas always pickin' on a bright nigga I am really with it Damn my homeboy always in his feelings This ain't bout him, I'm just reminiscing He was cracking jokes, always being silly I was doing me fuck a public image Passionate I can be extra sometimes Brasi turn back into Kevin sometimes Ain't right in the head, look back up in jail Lord don't let us get put back in the cell Washing clothes in the toilet water (Damn) Drinking out the faucet had to use your hands Gunna on the phone "They got you looking bad" For a punt return they gone run it back Deal with it, Kevin stand up in they chest This the same girl was pulling out her breast Got them on the line tryna get a check Remember who you are, they envy your success Diamonds in your mouth all around your neck Black and Hispanic the worst you could be I think to myself they must hate Puerto Ricans Father Moroccan my mother Boricua Daddy a Muslim, My mother a Christian I read from the book, a lot I don't remember Santeria beads Karma comes along Now they want me gone like I'm Farrakhan Praise you when you up; kick you when you fall Throw you to the vultures, sniper pick you off In a court of law brought you to the floor All my young rappers that can fit with me Learn from my misfortune don't get in your feelings Be an individual you go to prison I just took a stand with my saggin pants I just tell the truth like I'm Jesus Christ Meant to say Jesus I'm who they don't like Imma move around I don't like the vibe
God up in heaven you know that I need you To the polices just make me invisible To all my haters just make me invincible To the police just make me invisible To all my haters just make me invincible I just thank you to all my haters you make me invincibleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
