The Møjavi Burn - Year of the Rat

You's a user and a muthafucking lie
And onions make a crocodile cry...I'm shocked like wow,
why? What's up with chu? What are you running from?
I know you playing a game, peep where I'm coming from
I done let my guard down and got taken advantage of
And you claiming that it's me that chu love, Hah
My second home but you barred me from it
I gave you money to pay your phone yet you blocked me with it
You're only gonna tell me what you want me to hear
You're faker than that color in your weave, that is clear
You're quick to quote Joyce Meyer and T.D. Jakes
Singing devil's gospel, I see you breezies fake
When you lacked money I paid your rent, you took that from me
Ain't that funny, now you wanna try to act funny
I should have never stepped foot in your house
Oh, and I know you had my phone when I was sleep on the couch

You ain't shit
Yo' ass ain't shit
I just want chu to know that
You ain't nothing more than a hood rat
You ain't shit
Yo' ass ain't shit
I just want chu to know that
You ain't nothing more than a hood rat

Y'all hoes be scheming, y'all real loose with the tongue
You accused me of abusing your son
But who bought that little nigga Christmas presents when you couldn't, thought and get up early
Morning, make him pancakes from scratch when you wouldn't, though?
That is where you shouldn't go, using the kid
Talking 'bout how you so real but chu choosing to fib
You pro'ly fucked up his head with lies to make him hate me
I wonder if he knows that you are truly how a snake be
'Cause you's the type of ho to coach your kid to lie on innocent people
I'm not the first person you crossed, you are so see-through
You said you felt like you failed your son...well you did, Bitch
And he's the reason why you didn't get your wig split
Had me playing house, then you turned around and jilt me
You losing sleep at night because your ass is feeling guilty
You heist and you running, and when you get your spot blown
An innocent child, he gon' have to pay the price

You ain't shit
Yo' ass ain't shit
I just want chu to know that
You ain't nothing more than a hood rat

You ain't shit
Yo' ass ain't shit
I just want chu to know that
You ain't nothing more than a hood rat

For starters, you working for free then getting fired was your
Karma, you'll never be nothing more than a hood rat from
Harlem, no matter how much make-up you harbor
You's a charity case, I'll say it there to your face
Bitch, you couldn't even afford to wipe your shitty ass
I had to buy you toilet paper, I should've know you was low-class then
Up in my daddy's house begging for ass tissues
But never did I judge you, all I did was love you
So, what's the issue? Why you wanna shit on me? Well
I done served my purpose, so now to you I'm worthless
Everything you said, I got it chronicled like Narnia
How you learn to act and front like that, from LaGuardia?
You can put the whole rainbow on that patchy weave of yours and
Still you will never be your idol, Bitch please, and you
Think you on the come-up...well, I suppose
You ain't no better than all those other stupid-ass hoes

Written by:
Malique Starks

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