MyKnees - PROVIDES

Had obsessions all my life
Wanna cut 'em with a knife
Yeah I know it ain't right
I just feel it inside
Sometimes I feel like the whole world wanna fight, ignite
Imma light your whole block up in the night, alright
They can't put out my light
And they know it when they see me, well, it's on sight
You got Sketchers on your feet, look like fucking Lite Brite
Can you drop another single soon? Yeah I just might
Yeah I just might
Probably will
Get your gang fucking killed
Get your gang fucking spilled
Go and sign a fucking deal
Y'all are fake, I am real
Never understood all the thoughts in my head
Been so many times, think I'm better off dead
Yeah, you can text, imma leave you on read
Never really cared what the fuck I said
Over it now, imma get to the bread
Still live my life with a sense of dread
Feel like they're gonna put some lead in my head
So I move carefully, lightly I tread
Think I need that verse? What a motherfucking joke
Going in for the bag, but you motherfucking choke
Maybe just from the start, should've told me you're afraid
Oh Lord, please forgive me, but damn I'm getting brave

'Cause I got the inches that yo ass couldn't provide
Already got yo addy now I'm bouta come and slide
All you pussies scared, I can see it in your eyes
Lunch Ladiez for life, Lunch LadieZ 'till I die
I'm bouta heat you up, like a slice of apple pie
Dawg you ugly as fuck, making little kids cry
Try not to get murked while you're still young and spry
Cause you can't enjoy life, after you die
You think you can join the MyKnees-oisie?
Ain't got what it takes to join my posse
This man ain't up to Los Pollos standards
All my boys stay cocking hammers
Y'all gotta learn some fucking manners
MyKnees is supreme, raise the banner
Come stay the night in the MyKnees manor
Making hella beats like a damn programmer

Needed one more verse
Know I put in the work
Put yo ass in a hearse
Now yo bitch wanna twerk
I'm still so down to Earth
Can't define my worth
Been the shit since birth
I have so much mirth
Isn't it obvious that you do not impress me?
I mean the state of your streaming numbers is honestly depressing
If you ever need a feature though, just give me a call
They be pulling out the phone like it's Better Call Saul
I just took your hoe shopping, treated her in the mall
She was talking all about how you too damn small
Didn't wanna go in, but fuck it we ball
(Didn't wanna go in, but fuck it we ball)
Man I feel like 50 Cent and y'all ain't worth a fucking nickel
You know that the music slaps, please stop being fucking fickle
Always make a splash, y'all boys can't make a ripple
With your bitch, feeling slick, sucking on her fucking nipple, huh?

'Cause I got the inches that yo ass couldn't provide
Already got yo addy now I'm bouta come and slide
All you pussies scared, I can see it in your eyes
Lunch Ladiez for life, Lunch LadieZ till I die
I'm bouta heat you up, like a slice of apple pie
Dawg you ugly as fuck, making little kids cry
Try not to get murked while you're still young and spry
Cause you can't enjoy life, after you die
You think you can join the MyKnees-oisie?
Ain't got what it takes to join my posse
This man ain't up to Los Pollos standards
All my boys stay cocking hammers
Y'all gotta learn some fucking manners
MyKnees is supreme, raise the banner
Come stay the night in the MyKnees manor
Making hella beats like a damn programmer

And this song is not about you, it's about an idea
I stay bringing out the darkness like my first name is Rhea
Your time is running out, so imma just say, "See ya"
Time to play the game better, I was the first one here
LMFAO MyKnees you think you is a rapper
Don't even have to raise my finger if I wanna tap her
Your relationship ends when I snap my fucking fingers
And your ex man looking like kid named Finger

Written by:
I. Porter, T Rebel, The LadieZ

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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