Greg - The Message lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1] Money go-getter What's her name, I'll get her f** the fame, just came I'm a young Memphis n***a In my Jordan flip-flops with my hair in a knot With a knot in my socks And my chest in a slot n***a All I f**ing know is s**, money, and to rob In a all white charger looking like the f**ing Rock On the block with the pot Looking hot For the cream of the crop Don't stop f** a cop Do it till your heart drop p**y n***a I'm the realest I don't gotta act tough p**y n***a I'm the chillest Riding in a black truck Full of bad white women n***as wanna act up Leave his a** dissected I'm that n***a, act like you get the message Boy you not sh** so stop flexing Yeah, I'm the boy that your girl texting If you want something Little n***a fetch it Imma have to give b**hes lessons [Bridge] Your face is your essence Your body when naked It is a blessing, to see you It's my pleasure to meet you [Verse 2] n***as really wanna keep up Your style don't change Can you please speed up? I create things Just wet my feet up Most n***as made things I don't wanna speak of I relate things that you wanna dream of Standing in the rain with a blunt and a mug The pains in my songs I don't really need love I know how you feel But I don't need us Baby [Outro]