Ky Monclerr - ROOKIE OF THE YEARR

Somethings aren't meant to last
Watch em drain all my energy
Way too caught up in my past
I became my worst enemy
They keep asking me like when I'm coming back
I won't drop another song until they screaming my name
Think it's time that I go run me up a sac
Cuz If i'm broke and I got nothing
Who can I really blame
And I can't believe I still ain't get a plaque
Dropping hits after hits
Y'all should gimme my fame
I just wanna be the Rookie of the Year
Here's my tape
Go ahead and press replay
When y'all speaking
How comes I don't get a mention
Unless y'all hating and y'all wanna throw sum dirt on my name
Hate the fact they criticize and say I'm less than
I ain't no average nigga
You gon put respect on the gang
Or you could catch a couple out the smith & wesson
That shit sprays
Run up on me if you feeling that brave
And this rapping shit don't come with a pension
When it's over
I cannot take all this shit to the grave
I'm not a god
But I'm proud of all the shit that I made
All these accomplishments
My ops they tryna find sum new ways
To take me outta here
But i ain't subbing outta the game
How the fuck I look if I'm still losing
I can't chill with no lames
When it's over
I cannot take all this shit to the grave
I'm not a god
But I'm proud of all the shit that I made
All these accomplishments
My ops they tryna find sum new ways
To take me outta here
But i ain't subbing outta the game
How the fuck I look if I'm still losing
I can't chill with no lames
Oh that's my side
That's my main
Don't know which one to claim
One just wanna be my wifey
Better stay in your lane
Cuz I'm too focused on the paper
Glad we all on that page
They keep asking me like when I'm coming back
I won't drop another song until they screaming my name
Think it's time that I go run me up a sac
Cuz If i'm broke and I got nothing
Who can I really blame
And I can't believe I still ain't get a plaque
Dropping hits after hits
Y'all should gimme my fame
I just wanna be the Rookie of the Year
Here's my tape
Go ahead and press replay
It's like a crime to a see a young nigga winning
Been through it all but I'm here and I'm still grinning
It took some time to fix it up
I need sum healing
Say he would ride for me
It turns out that he didn't
I said he wrong for what he did
He say he get it
They wrote me on my birthday
But I just read it
No time for opps and all the hate that they be sending
Don't talk like me lil nigga
Gimme all my credit
Hope y'all get my delivery
Not talking FedEx
What y'all don't get is ima die for my respect
Don't say it's PTSD
Call it a reflex
Everybody steady dying
I was thinking me next
They keep asking me like when I'm coming back
I won't drop another song until they screaming my name
Think it's time that I go run me up a sac
Cuz If i'm broke and I got nothing
Who can I really blame
And I can't believe I still ain't get a plaque
Dropping hits after hits
Y'all should gimme my fame
I just wanna be the Rookie of the Year
Here's my tape
Go ahead and press replay

Written by:
Khiare Bailey

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