Ted the Poet - GIMME (feat. SpeakingofKakes)

Yeah, as an adult
Screwing around in front of the bar
I fell down, almost bumped my head
Some baddie helped me up and asked me if I bumped my head
I said, "Nah, but you tryna give me some?"
I been in the shadows, I deserve to be greedy
I been fighting battles for this work to get easy
I'll be on all channels when you turn on your TV
Or whatever, like, service you're streaming
Lately, I've been on some
Yeah, gimme some more, gimme some more
Gimme some more, ugh
Kick in the door, taking what's mine, taking what's yours, ugh, yeah
Gimme some more, gimme some more
Gimme some more, ugh
Shit getting old, while I'm alive, give me my rose, ugh
Don't ask me where that shit went
That was mine to begin with
I've been getting kicked while I'm down
If they ask how I'm doing, I'm alive and I'm kicking
I could never get it when a motherfucker rushing what I'm building
Gimme five fucking minutes
I would love to see them niggas doing what I'm doing
Double the time and then you might fucking finish, psyche!
Been a little minute since I been this hype
Ain't kidding anybody, Teddy been this hype
Bit my style on every song on his hard drive
That's a motherfucking gigabyte
Bit it by the bottom, but he made it 'bout a fifth as tight
They don't know that I'm the business type
Told his girlfriend about five other bitches that he fuckin'
But you know it's just business, right?
No nice guy no more, I gotta hurt who deceive me
I'm outside the door, you got the courage to see me?
Neighbors gon' report it as blood-curdling screaming
But I ain't kill him, just a courtesy beating
I just can't let it slide, 'cause
I been in the shadows, I deserve to be greedy
I been fighting battles for this work to get easy
I'll be on all channels when you turn on your TV
Or whatever, like, service you're streaming
Lately, I've been on some
Yeah, gimme some more, gimme some more
Gimme some more, ugh
Kick in the door, taking what's mine, taking what's yours, ugh, yeah
Gimme some more, gimme some more
Gimme some more, ugh
Shit getting old, while I'm alive, give me my rose, ugh
Look, me, I'm the nicest, the meanest
The tightest, the flyest, you see it
Cetus-Lupeedus like Zenon
I seen his lil' piece and it isn't at all what you thinking
I may be a genius
But "may" mean I'm is and I mean it
Reality is I'm not too good with modesty
Honestly grateful the gift I was given keep giving
And I am the vessel to flow it on through
I am the 12 if we droppin' the 2
Eff 12 every chance that I--woo!
Thought I saw 12 in my rear-view
Damn near almost threw off a shoe
It's always a hater broad with a crew
Bunch of rats and birds make 'em disappear like bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
No nice girl no more, I call the guys you deceive me
I'm at your mama's door if you didn't believe me
Neighbors saw us pull up, they ain't saying they seen me
Wasn't gon' kill her, just a courtesy beating
I couldn't let it slide
I been in the shadows, I deserve to be greedy
I been fighting battles for this work to get easy
I'll be on all channels when you turn on your TV
Or whatever, like, service you're streaming
Lately, I've been on some
Yeah, gimme some more, gimme some more
Gimme some more, ugh
Kick in the door, taking what's mine, taking what's yours, ugh, yeah
Gimme some more, gimme some more
Gimme some more, ugh
Shit getting old, while I'm alive, give me my rose, ugh

Written by:
Chauntavia Monét, Theodore Guillory

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