Rosewood Swing - On Me lyrics

*M-M-Mixtapes made me a king* (Yeah) *Gangsta Gri-zillz!* (Uh, Yeah) (Un Uh, Yeah) *Gangsta Gri-zillz!* (Yeah) (Aye) {Verse} Let me start by saying all my latest exes got ran through It’s evident I only want the top like some Cantu The man been moving units like I’m Escobar All my product set the bar ni**a check my repuitoire I done seen a ni**a rob a spliff shop in Nike flip flops Took like 20 pounds and put all the cash in the ziplock I keep my lips locked chasing a 3peat And ni**as’ll sacrifice they dignity for some retweets, huh? *Gangsta Gri-zillz!* I done been through so much shady sh*t I really can’t word it at all I got ni**as in the casket that didn’t deservе it at all I got ni**as charged with sh*t that wasn’t urgent at all All my ni**as demonstratе that life ain’t so perfect at all I’m realizing life it’s really just the same sh*t, some deranged sh*t Nike make a milli' just to drop the same sh*t And ni**as lookin' silly just to rock the same sh*t And it’s some lame sh*t How ni**as get around the clique and talk some incredible sh*t I’m not talking tracks when I say I put out several hits sh*t could get medical quick Make it some federal sh*t I got youngins that’ll ride for me on some pedestal sh*t Shoutout my shooter the county just released her on bail Provide all the answers for all my questions like the conch shell Bigger than MJ though I’m not exactly Montel I’m just like my father though we didn’t exactly bond well But fu*k a ni**a, imma just see the father figure in me I done wrapped down on women ten times thicker than me Times bigger than me I could look at a woman so Innocently And tell my b*tch it’s about me, and me, and more of me I tell a b*tch you not the sh*t you just the toiletry *Gangsta Gri-zillz!* If there’s a problem with the money then report to me That’s how we handle sh*t accordingly, and most importantly A who*e is simply just a who*e and nothing more to me But nonetheless they come in hordes to me To treat these birches like a prize is like a chore to me And if she wants to ride then she will act on one accord with me *Gangsta Gri-zillz!* And your b*tch is just a Ford to me, a four to me I make ni**as’ b*tches leave the crib at 12 o clock to be with me b*tches flock to be with me I got b*tches waiting up at heaven docks to be with me huh *Gangsta!* {Chorus} I’m gettin' paid like a motherfu*ka' Shades darker than a b*tch but I can see I got everything, you got nothin' Cause you ain't got nothin' on me Ooo, I’m gettin' money like a motherfu*ka' Shades darker than a b*tch but I can see I got everything, you got nothin' Cause you ain't got nothin' on me On me fu*k around and leave the homies lonely On me You ain’t got nothin' on me On me fu*k around and leave the homies lonely On me On me Let em' burn b*tch