Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song ME , by - FLEXPROPHETRelease date: 16.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
ME |
| 17, shit still feel like I crawled straight out the womb |
| Who knew back then, seventh grade I wanted to take my own life this soon |
| I live for family friends and food, foes where I draw the line |
| Leave the house everyday with a FILA headband on |
| You would’ve thought he lost his mind |
| Yeah I know that I lost my mind |
| But its gonna take a lotta time for me to find it |
| For now I’m finna kick back with a fine bitch, yeah |
| She looking way above average |
| Man thats just how I’m swaggin |
| Lookin' back on how I used to be a savage |
| Baby girl you looking like you know a thing or two |
| Can you show me what to do in my Calvin’s? |
| Hell nah, they ain’t got it like me |
| Who you know rocking this shit so clean |
| Everything fresh from my head to my feet |
| SMURK Mob, I murk, I smile then repeat |
| Out here, Chef Chapo |
| Pour drank, just cop mo' |
| So leaned, and this drank got me |
| I stain, then I’m out b (AH!) |
| So clean, no flaws on me |
| My team be so rowdy |
| Move bricks, by my lonely |
| Everyday I’m dying slowly |
| They told me I’m the devil’s son |
| I told em that they wilding |
| My momma warned me «Ego keep your head out the motherfucking violence» |
| She caught me with some vyvance, still better than the violence |
| Man, I need some guidance |
| Adderall, quench my thirst! |
| These drugs gon' put me in a motherfucking hearse |
| The words are the worst, fuck it I’ma die with a fucking curse |
| Dark room, with the demons on a bar stool |
| You motherfuckers look so partial |
| You coughed up, choked out |
| My knees had a blow out, then I told the little thottie go down |
| I wrote down, what I saw, so you know now |
| Where the crown go, Killa take throne now |
| Leave em flat on they face with they nose down |
| Make another meaning for having ten toes down |
| (Shab!) |
| Run up a check like a track meet |
| Ball on they ass, I’m an athlete |
| Smokin' on loud yeah the gas reeks |
| «Who's flow is agua?» |
| That’s me! |
| Bitch I’m all over the place |
| Sending shots, don’t need a chase |
| Kill you and not leave a trace |
| Your bitch is a squirrel Imma nut on her face |
| Knick knack, flip a stack |
| You so whack, all this boof pack put it in my knapsack |
| You can smell it from the back |
| Keep on runnin' I ain’t playing no tag |
| Hit you with the Glock you ain’t staying intact |
| Bought a new gat, going into class holding two macs |
| Split some heads back |
| Strapped up like a lesbian |
| Zoom off in the foreign you pedestrian |
| On the block block |
| Watch me jugg walk |
| Let my Glock talk |
| If I’m pissed off |
| (UBK!) |
| Elephant entered the room with the team on my back |
| Nobody falling asleep when I spaz on a track |
| Bars too hard, uncle couldn’t put you on the mat |
| Hearing this shit in your dreams matter of fact |
| Erasing the tone and the texture off your voice with one smack |
| Cuz I battle the on the fate, fate, fate |
| The lesser the energy, the lesser the being |
| Wrist bleeding, no escape, scape, scape |
| Aye shout out my grandpa |
| I miss him |