Izzy McFly - Yaheamenow?

Ard, I'm ready
Yaknowit
I'm back
Look, And when that base hit
I get chills cause I've always learned to embrace it
Sometimes it's easy for me to become complacent
Due to the way that they copy me and just paste it
They gone hate me forever I had to face it
They eyebrows stuck from the angry look need a face lift
I'm taking care of my money like I done raised it
And they be taking all of my lyrics and just rephrase it
Feeling lucky like a perfect day in Vegas
I don't rest like my sleeping routine is based off of grave shift
I like to roll at the beach and listen to waves hit
Then I get in my zone and hop on my spaceship
I got people depending on my success
It's never no time to flex
Just stack and save all my checks
Bullet to ya chest like a bullet pass straight from Brett
Blast off like a rocket ain't talking Kenny the jet, little nigga
YaHeaMeNow?
YaHeaMeNow?
Huh?
I can't imagine my signature on a dotted line like Michael J. Foxx
Cause I'm one of them artists hard to sign
Diabolical mischief is what be on my mind
I really think I'm sick like the masterminds behind columbine
Smooth talk you out ya Vicky's with a couple secrets
All the ones who ever doubted like I can't believe it
I was hungry for a while but Music kept me greedy
People fiending keep on asking me why I ain't dropping
Switch the topic cause them thoughts can be a little demonic
I got tired of cowards so I just gave up boxing
All the trainers was frightened to let their fighter box me
They still sleeping I think it's time to lay off the Oxy's
She my princess to the world
Pornstar when its private
Motherfuckers taking opiates like it's a diet
Sad to say but you can't beat me at ya finest
I ain't stopping 'til I'm hot enough to take a breath and change the climate
YaHeaMeNow?
YaHeaMeNow?
Huh?
Hit you so hard in ya chest I dislocate ya shoulders
Me and Swank we coming up, I help 'em lift the boulders
Heart is colder think that comes from time and getting older
But it's frozen like I left out in Minnesota
Tell the wolves to go retrieve it ‘fore they in a coma
Been balling like my chains can make me catch pneumonia
It’s just me versus the world, Izzy no Romona
Anytime I want the cat I go roll up some Doja
Then I spark it, like scorching ya favorite market
The target is locked and loaded
Call Marcus to bring the carcass
The darkness slowly evading it must’ve accepted bargains
Please pardon me for the things I done started
To my dearly departed a youngin' turned cold hearted
And now it’s sore again
People rapping but disrespecting the origin
Now I'm poppin' like a bunch of shook up sodas
Said she love my Mariota (Mary odor) like the quarterback from Oregon pussy

Written by:
Isa Willis

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