Tell me it's all lies
Love me like a crime
We gone get it on I jah like
Just might die trying
Don't even bother the guys
Why they must hate to relate to me
Booth will let the truth do it's time
Focus unfazed by the rage
I just hope you notice my name on the page
Nothing is pumice the future is change
In truth i would do you the same
Cuz life takes fights few at a time
Pick a side ima
Choose mine every time
Like we on a time loop
Goofy spying my line like a line troop
Shorty fine ask her who designed you
Cause i ain't really wit the strange shit
Love, ain't it love
Gang don't play
Say no more, you're away
I probably should've stayed here
Maybe i'm a martyr
Love me like it's a lie
Maybe I'm
Maybe I'm
A martyr
A martyr
Maybe I'm
A martyr
A martyr
Maybe I'm
Been waiting for
Love me like it's a lie
Love me like it's a lie
Momma stopped going to church
So when they put her in that hearse
I wonder if all she is is dirt and now
It's all I feel is hurt
Wish drama stayed where it's birthed
I miss Bryson Brooke Aaron and Kurt
I'm steady slyly sliding her soliloquies
She just tryna slide me the skirt
She got her ass hanging out them shorts
Her past hanging out them skirts
All that spinning brash decisions cause you to crash when you skrt
Unmasked niggas in the dirt
Your nigga don't know about us so your smile sinning when you flirt
Head spinning, mild grinning
Skin bound, inbound
Touch down when I get off of work
I'm from where when the sun down
In certain towns, you certainly might get hurt
Tried to get momma from Newports to New York
Wish I could still make it work
And I'm more different than them different niggas
More gifted than them gifted niggas
We ain't stay in the hood
But nigga we stayed in the hood
Misunderstood from the first step
I learned how you stood from the first step
Leave baby throat hurting like a first strep
Keep everything owed to me close kept
Told her wake up you been slept
Remember makeup runny when you wept
My pen strong I did wrong
Lost kin hit bongs
I did amend my lended bended heart through few songs
I did renege a new boo, the coo come with 2 thongs
The ku klux where I from
Goons, leave a cool few coons hung
She lukewarm when I cum
He got a gun, everybody run
It's me and my niggas, under the sun
And everybody gotta sin
But everybody gotta heart to lend
And niggas can chill with the gas
Not everybody tryna spark again
All niggas be seeing is dark
All because they being dark again
Decisions ain't fully visioned when bullets whizzing
Grazing pacing anxious af
When making all my art again
I don't do this shit for dough
Baby, a Marxist
And maybe I'm a martyr
But firstly baby I'm an artist
And maybe I'm a martyr
But firstly baby I'm an artist
You gotta
You gotta
You gotta let your love come to life