Maye Star - 2 Peat

Yeah
Looks like we back, nah mean
I just felt like
I felt like we should do this shit again
Fresh from the moon ya digg
Boy what a year it’s been
A year full of pressure, I’m finna put some more fear in em
Ya know I ain’t fearing em, cause there aint no fear in me
Lyrically, I’m stomping on these boys til they hearing me
Yeah
Frank Sanatra style when I walk up in this bitch it’s classy
Pour me up, full glass me
Shawty don’t know what’s happening
She talking shit, she gassing
Speaking of gas i’m probably puffing something I’m not passing
I'm pass the point of asking,
As King, I do what I wanna
See the ring it’s flashing
Feel like I’m dine and dashing
The way I be eating up these pussy boys that claim they rapping
Then hop in the whip no crashing
Her name is Lauryn, no hill but she still finna gimmie that thing yeah
No lacking, she say imma trip so now her bags are packing
Word is her new man pissed about it, okay now i’m laughing
Come to his block put on a show no casting just a lot of clapping
Uh
Bout time I switch the flow
It’s getting more clear to me that we living by different codes
The ones that these niggas is living by, I can’t get with those
I’d rather get the dough, y’all rather sit with hoes
Wasting ya talent and waste ya money on different clothes
You looking dummy and plus ya taste level really low
Bitch I was born like this
Wake up every morn like this
Dior or the Louis man see you ain’t never been torn like this
Decisions you have to make when you first rate
Shouldn’t be here in the first place, I’m in first place
I’m turning animal on you, swear this your worst case
Finna bring it to you in the worst way
Ten times more harder today than I was on my first day
Shawty say she gettin to that bag, but I know that purse fake
I’m so confused, niggas will move as though as they got nothing to lose
A lot of wins on my end, but I cannot shorten the fuse
Light ain’t going out it’s only getting brighter
Flow only getting tighter
I’m from the bean no lima
And imma get with your girl she sweet like aunt jemima
I’m smelling good with no fragrance and fly in my designer
I’m with the crew we making a killing
You see the hearse behind us
We already knew the future was bright
But the lights remind us
Bitch, it’s MAYEDAY
2020
2020 vision

Written by:
Tyler Maye

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