S/O to Me

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Uh, yeah, okay Yeah, yeah The biggest This rap game, I always had desire to try it myself Things wasn't perfect at home, but I could still lie to myself Smile in my mama face, and then I go cry to myself Other than talking to Brook, I used to just hide how I felt Knew I was destined to be somebody with diamonds and wealth Not one of these bitches that they signing and slide on the shelf If nobody wanna hear Alyssa, I'm signing myself Talking in positive affirmations, reminding myself Nigga got agendas with me, act like they dying to help I ain't fucking no one for a feature, go find someone else I know I'm sexy as hell, and I ain't denying it sells Stand in the mirror naked sometimes and admire myself Keep the G-Wagon, fuck nigga, I'll buy it myself DMs full of famous niggas just saying "Hi" to themself I don't say shit back and they still reply to themself You niggas thirsty as fuck, and I need some time to myself Since high school, niggas loved begging for numbers to call Since high school, bitches hated, we been ignoring it all Now it's up with bitches talking spicy, I'm warring with y'all And I ain't really letting up on y'all till the coroner call Bye sis, funny thing about it, you can't look me in my eye, sis But let's get back to how my life is, you hoes is a puzzlin' case It clearly doesn't matter if you younger or double my age You bitches is barking too much, I wish I could muzzle your face Karma will deal with you, though, I promise, your judgement awaits I got a crush on a thug, and yes, he in love with my ass, but he more in love with my face And that's saying a lot 'cause, clearly, I'm slim in the waist But somehow, the cakes fucked around and doubled in weight I don't double date 'cause my man think all of you niggas corny, he doesn't relate You fighting for radio play, he fighting a government case Bitch, get the fuck out my face like I don't play about us (On God) I do this for me and everything that I was, nigga This shoutout for me Big shoutout to me I don't play about us (On God) I do this for me and everything that I was, nigga This shoutout for me Big shoutout to me Shoutout to myself Who the hardest out? Bitch, it's Latto by herself Ice is just water when it melts Wipe you down, I got plenty towels on the shelf, it's easy A white Ferrari might get me wetter than Fiji shores Nails in the coffin while I'm getting my manicures and my pedicures Your dream man is someone you settle for I sit around and daydream 'bout how I could settle the score I'm down to stoop lower than most of you hoes' credit score Don't play coy with me, you know what you headed for This shit is not a metaphor, this shit that we ready for My sisters all loose cannons, baby, so don't start 'em I don't want to hear about menopause or postpartum I'm not wasting no time begging you hoes pardon I'm just tryna sip a little wine in the rose garden Be in a silk robe, indulge in aromatherapy You hoes sick in the head, y'all need to go to therapy I'm tryna decompress in Turks with essential oil Latto getting spoiled 'cause she thicker than engine oil You evil eye bitches got me saging the whole room You aging in the face, but whatever, that's old news The crown is coming home soon, I'll sit on the throne soon And to the next girl with dreams of making some bold moves The love they never showed me is love that I'll show you 'Cause I'm a real Southern bitch and I told you Gold tooth, gold hoops, and soul food Yeah, everything I'm saying is so true Shoutout to myself, to myself I don't play about us (On God) I do this for me and everything that I was, nigga This shoutout for me Big shoutout to me I don't play about us (On God) I do this for me and everything that I was, nigga This shoutout for me