Deem - Jae

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm Niveen, Niveen, yeah
I just wish there was another me
any be- any be to any be to skylight me
Near, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And that bitch got diamond eyes
And the way that she look is she fine
And she call my phone never decline
And what she got on, it's fire
And I told her to take her shit off
This what it's like fucking with bosses
And she look at her lips, it be glossy
And she asking me how I got money
Twelve hundred dollars on a fit
I'd rather spend it on my bitch
I'd rather take it out to eat
But shit, the main course is me
I've been working on myself lately
Wondering who the fuck I would be
If one day I didn't do me
If I listened to what they could see
And they just told me that I can't do it
But I know it's a part of me being me
I just be dealing with it, I don't care no more
I felt this way since I was three
My best friend died for having this heat
So when I go out, I never have heat
Twenty years old, gotta feed your family
Keep sending these beats
My main man a shooter and he keep the heat
And he feel like mellow cause his pockets deep
I call my bitch J, let's go to the C
Escape from everyone that doubted me
Escape from all these people in poverty
I love my money more than I love her skin
But this one different, I can feel the wind
Where is you going, baby, you my twin
Blonde, green eyes, call my bitch Jae
But I know she gon' be there until the end
I don't need money if I got you here
Fuck it, baby, send
Fuck it, baby, come take a lil' sip
Mixing the codeine up, medicine
It don't be good for me, but I still do it
Still mixin' codeine, high tech Coolant
Every time I get comfy, bitches go
I got these groupie hoes tryna get me throat
Telling me, Deem, yeah, I love your music
Tell that baby, just go
Beautiful girls, they be in the fashion
That's the way I go
Maybe we could sit down, baby, smoke
But don't get your hopes up
Uh, cause I don't really settle down, I do shows
I got these pretty girls come to my shows
Only thing they tryna do is just blow
Remember the days I was slinging that dope
I wanna be happy, but I just lost hope
Never again, I would trust no hoe
You not doing it better than me, baby, show it
Texting my phone
Get the fuck off my phone
You a ex for a reason, baby
Get the fuck off my phone
I already told you that I let you go
Can't get me back, baby, I just grown
I see you going round, you ain't nothing but a ho
And she texting my phone
Like, bro
And she tell me she proud of me, let's go
On God, I'll take this bitch all to myself
On God, I let this bitch steal my whole flow
On God, I let this bitch up in my flow
On God, her knees stay up on the floor
She put her head up and I just say no
I'ma show you how that goes

Written by:
Derek Murray

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