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Baby Keem

5

I can′t help, but feel neglected

Changing up the schedule, your calendar refreshing

Time pass and we move on, nobody said shitHow I'm ′posed to act when my morals ain't respected?

How you 'posed to act when your feelings ain′t protected?

From cashing checks, just to get some neck and some necklaces

What′s next? More turbulence? Praying on this plane

Success, got a taste of it, never was the same

Trademark on that pussy, trademarking my brand-new bitch

Yeah, duh, hol' up, blood, hol′ up, cuh, hol' up, sis, huh (hol′ up)

LLC the Glock and I LLC my bitch, huh (LLC)

Pass me the rock, I go crazy on my kicks, huh

Had to tell my grandma, "Sit back, relax, and shit," huh (make nigga)

Make a nigga buy her house and car, she's off the list, huh

Fake nigga, talking ′bout he rich, but barely is, huh

Eight figures, jumping off the stage into the kids, huh (yeah)

Single out the shooter, take the shooter to the blitz, huh (Yeah)

Drop it out of school, dropped deposit on their crib, huh (Yeah)

Piping down on Instagram, I only post my bitch, huh

I don't need your import, get your two cents off my pic', huh

Generation money, type of money dyin′ rich

And I wanna say, "Shoutout to the dead, now I flex," woah

Shoutout to the dead, to the dead, to the dead, huh

Shoutout to the dead, to the dead, to the dead, huh (Let′s go)

Shoutout to the dead, to the dead, to the dead, huh (Let's go)

Shoutout to the dead, to the dead, to the dead, huh (One)

I′m sick of you niggas not taking no risks

I'm taking avenge and taking my course (Kill ′em)

I cannot compete with the mud in my system

My tolerance low, I don't tolerate force

I protect, I am the one

I rose and fold the score

I gotta let my ego go

You nigga not ready to settle the war (Yeah)

You niggas not ready to stop being hoes

You niggas not ready to open the doors

You niggas run in, take off with the jewelry

You niggas not really the richest on Forbes

You niggas not ready to deal with the sacrifices

And instead, you′re passing the torch

And check the surveillance camera at the cemetery

See me dancing on all of your corpses, go

You couldn't have love

You couldn't have love

Ayy, big .38, got pulled over twice

Had to go and switch plates

Bitch, don′t think shit sweet

I′m the same Baby Keem in 48 states

I play charades with the bank

Just net ten million, now I'm back with the Wraith

And I′m going home with the loot

Mama going home with a coupe

I'm a hot girl

A hot girl

I′m a hot girl (make me lose my mind)

A hot girl

I took the light then hopped on the flight

I cannot look towards your jaded advice

I took the torch, I quit being nice

I took the torch, now I gotta fight

You niggas impulsive, quick to make moves

You're biting your flows, a big appetite

I look at the hoes, they not into shows

I look at your shows, they opera white

You gotta be nimble and quick like a fox

I don′t move in silence, this shit is abrupt

I'm VVS'd up, precise in the cut

This shit getting nice, it′s not about me

As long as you good, don′t worry 'bout me

I′m telling my friends that you not a freak

My new Nia Long is cappin' is strong

And she not afraid to get on with me

I′m back at the crib, my memory deep

I think about mama, I'm Baby Hykeem

She got that tatted before I could read

I′m spiritual now, I pray in my sleep

20 years long, I never had dad

My dad was a fraud, I had to be tough

20 million, hoe, that's not enough

Don't ask no questions, bitch, go add it up

I took the light to sacrifice

I sacrificed everything I need

I could probably fuck these bitches in my sleep

Young nigga know the hustle and the peace

Stressing ′bout money turning to other things

I was in uncle crib at 14

Can′t get through to mama 'cause she′d rather drink

Facing the vision 'bout a 13

I was 15, I was 16

I was 15, I was 16

I was 15, I was 16

I was 15, I was 16

I′m a hot girl

A hot girl

I'm a hot girl (make me lose my mind)

A hot girl