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AHMAD | 4th Avenue Jones Los Angeles, California

Ahmad is a West Coast hip-hop OG. Best known for his classic "Back In The Day," Ahmad is also a scholar, author and motivational speaker. Ahmad graduated from Stanford University after graduating valedictorian from Long Beach City College and receiving the Jack Kent Cooke Scholarship, the largest private scholarship for two-year college transfer students in the United States. Peace and love! ... more

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Track Name: Run Up On Me Tho
Run Up On Me Tho

Words by Ahmad Ali Lewis
Music by Kip Wilson

Chorus
And we heard that you ain’t dope
And we heard that you can’t flow
Run up on me tho, run up on me tho, run up on me tho, run up on me tho

And we heard that you ain’t dope
And we heard that you can’t flow
Run up on me tho, run up on me tho, run up on me tho, run up on me tho

Verse 1
You a rapper but why would you wanna be that?
You can’t buss bruh why would you wanna be wack?
Huh?
I’m hustling not gonna relax I’m all wit it
If my lyrics are thugs then they gon be strapped
If my lyrics are clubs then they gon be packed
If my lyrics are drugs then they gon be crack
If one of em’s a center then it’s gon be Shaq
In his prime if I rhyme a slave then it’s gon be Nat
Turner it’s the return of the best
Y’all play but everyday to me is tournament chess
See I’m extreme bruh a mic fiend bruh
It’s on the wall just read the writing bruh
Y’all thought I forgot how to buss or something
Brand new like I got off a bus or something
I’m a vet set it like Chris Paul
And competitors hate MOD cause I’m better than y’all
That’s right but instead of a ball
I use a pen and a mic I’m fed up with all the hype
I freestyle and write night to sun up
Wish you would run up

Repeat Chorus

Verse 2
Industry rule number 4080
What did Tip say? They shady
Yeah it’s funny you guys swear you wanna share/Cher
With your sunny/Sonny disguise
But I don’t wanna divide my money
I’m independent new sentiment is get it
Make an end and spend it
I’m finna own now been a tenant
I stay sharp cause beloved how they benefit is
Keep us in the dark minds covered like we in a fitted
I’ma hit it if you pitch to me
And leave a mark like a switch do me
You all talk
I act on it like my dude Ving Rhames
Way I ball look easy like the New King James
I’m like a new Kane a new PAC a new D.O.C.
Don’t run up on me tho and get slain cause you not
Thought he was better than Ahmad I said homie flow
Died for a lie like Juliet and Romeo
I murder rapper over tracks
And soon as MOD state it make a capital for that
And I’m concerned about the masses
If you don’t know MO you need to learn about the classics
Cause I’ve mastered this rap
Gymnastic chit chat
The last to spit wack
You bastards
Label me dope cocaine don’t equal
I’m the freshest just became that negro
To be Ahmad gotta do it for years
Make an anthem with Ras Kass you and Saafir
It don’t matter if it’s friend foe who in your sphere
When you battle rap dudes try to ruin careers
In the center of the cipher never stay in the crowd
Make a hit when you a kid and they playing it now
I’m not playing around
Emcees slaying em down
Headed to London cause they paying in pounds

Repeat Chorus
Track Name: Writtens feat. JURNY BIG
WRITTENS

Writtens feat. Jurny Big (Tunnel Rats)

Words by Ahmad Ali Lewis, Albert Olguin
Music by Orlando Diaz Corvalan

VERSE 1 (AHMAD)
You know it’s funny when I think
How I don’t get no credit but I’m money in the bank
I’m like a girl at the prom trying to be a saint
Cause rappers think they fuckin with me but they ain’t
Emceein’s easy to me
Stanford alum nigga I don’t need the degree
From Los Angeles slums some eager to eat
That’s why vans full of guns come squeezing the heat
Destined how I’m living life
Saints at the church insisting how I’m living’s trife
Swear they love me like the preacher at the jail
Cool if you do what he say do if you don’t then go to hell
And my sister say my dad had a stroke
Do you miss him? Is you sad? I say no
He crying like good you dun blew up
Inside I’m like ughhh where was you at while I grew up?
Dude you’re a lame
Where were you at when Hoovers wanted me to bang with a blue rag?
My brother like little mane can’t do that
All he do is spit and he got writtens in his school bag

CHORUS
All he do is spit and he got writtens in his school bag
All he do is spit and he got writtens
All he do is spit and he got writtens in his school bag
All he do is spit and he got writtens
He got writtens he got writtens in his school bag
All he do is spit and he got writtens
He got writtens he got writtens in his school bag
All he do is spit and he got writtens

VERSE 2 (JURNY BIG)
All I do is give an imbecile a sealed fate and
Spill a pen illa than these killas can fake when
Y'all was learnin how to earn a nickel with a burner
I was hittin circles steady askin when my turn up
Funny how it come around cuz now I got a name but
Children may not know me so I hip them to the game
I’m hailin from that West Covina town around the Oak
Did a little hangin with them bangers hollerin loc
Smoked a little just to say I did it like y’all
Really didn’t hit it cause it limited my ballin
When I wasn't with my cousin rhymin and recordin
I was takin grounders tryin to be like Joey Morgan
Quickenin my hands in case this rhymin didn't pan out
Sicker than your man that's the reason that he ran out
Now my son sayin he gon be a rapper now
I tell him that's reason I ain't wear no cap and gown
Cuz when I was a youngin all I worried bout was spittin
Hurry around the spot to see who been caught slippin
Winnin cuz you don't get no ribbons when you do bad
All he do is spit and he got writtens in his school bag
All he do is spit and he got writtens in his school bag
All he do is spit and he got writtens in his school bag
All he do is spit and he got writtens in his school bag
All he do is spit and he got writtens

REPEAT CHORUS
Track Name: Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail feat. CROOKED I (SLAUGHTERHOUSE)
Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail feat. Crooked I

Words by Ahmad Ali Lewis, Dominick Wickliffe
Music by Derrick Davis-Briggs


INTRO CHORUS
Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail
Go 2 Jail Get Some Money
Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail
Go 2 Jail Get Some Money
Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail
Go 2 Jail Get Some Money
(That’s all they do)
Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail
Go 2 Jail Get Some Money
(That’s all they do)
Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail
Go 2 Jail Get Some Money
(That’s all they do)
Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail
Go 2 Jail Get Some Money
(That’s all they do)
You know and I just went back to what I knew how to do best


VERSE 1 (CROOKED I)
OJ got away with murder the jury fell the okie doke
Then he end’d up going to jail for his Heisman trophy tho
I think of Tyson I think of Vick even Plaxico
You get some money the penitentiary is where blacks’ll go
When I got my first European whip I was nineteen
Vanilla ice cream paint job I like nice things
But driving while black that destroyed all my pipe dreams
Pulled over so much my record could not be wiped clean
I want the American dream a house and a picket fence
And neighbors who don’t claim they smell a nigga’s stench
Reading letters from William Lynch
A penny for your thoughts
We need more change than a million cents
Until then I’m poppin bottles I order the bar
I’m sort of a star my rims cost more than my car
I need an imperial miracle to stop me
From being the stereotypical material niggaroe




CHORUS

Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail
Go 2 Jail Get Some Money
(That’s all they do)
Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail
Go 2 Jail Get Some Money
(That’s all they do)
Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail
Go 2 Jail Get Some Money
(That’s all they do)
Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail
Go 2 Jail Get Some Money
(That’s all they do)

Do do do do that’s all they do
Do do do do that’s all they do
Do do do do that’s all they do
Do do do do that’s all they do

VERSE 2 (AHMAD)

Better run quick hold your wife
Get a gun act soldier like
Nigga Rush dun told you twice
All of us are poltergeists
We hairy with scary teeth
We the reason that they hire them police and they very deep
Latino black they fire open season they carry heat
Niggas do like blastin tho
But don’t shoot at me
Cause that’s just gon hurt you like Plaxico
We want a piece
How come you the last to know?
Momma told me no cheese ain’t no tuna casserole
That mean ain’t got no money can’t do shit
But nigga catch that ball you got a Playboy bunny on yo dick
So if you ain’t that tall you bets learn how to read or hustle like a bee on the honey
Like me MO-D be jazz drumming chh chh on the money
I’m a Corleone yup choke a emcee call me Sonny
I’ma go beyond rap Oprah Winfrey kind of stunting
And I know one thing
They waiting for a nigga to

REPEAT CHORUS

VAMP

Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail
Go 2 Jail Get Some Money
Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail
Go 2 Jail Get Some Money
You know and I just went back to what I knew how to do best
Track Name: Don’t Run, Trinity feat. GABRIELLE GALINDO
Don’t Run…Trinity feat. Gabrielle Galindo

Words by Ahmad Ali Lewis
Music by Kip Wilson

CHORUS

Don’t run I’m tryna
(Trying to make you happy)
Don’t run I’m tryna
(Happy)
Don’t run I’m tryna
Don’t run I’m tryna make you

Don’t run I’m tryna
(Trying to make you happy)
Don’t run I’m tryna
(Happy)
Don’t run I’m tryna
Don’t run I’m tryna make you

VERSE 1

We were in love before Raheem became Wu’s RZA
Am I your dream became true Boo is I?
Like Nell and St. Lu us tizzight
What that female said ain’t true just lizzies
Want you in Lacoste alligator IZOD
Brand new Porsche hair blowing in the rizzide
But I can’t afford it
Plans got thwarted
Got nothing to show but some jams I recorded
Saw a little of the world yup toured it
Stopped looking for a girl yup you’re it
So don’t run Love you’ll get rewarded
Soon as I get it all sorted
I’m tryna

REPEAT CHORUS

VERSE 2

Stop playing stop ollie ollie oxen
Stop bringing up the fling with Roxanne
Stop trying to change things stop Cloroxin
I’ma put you in a ring stop boxin
Locks are pretty you’re not siddity
Got with me to build
I’ma do it from the ground up get me a mil
I’ma keep it underground not get me a deal
And I’m keeping you around hot with me for real
Quit trying to vamanos leave me by my lonesome
Kisses that you don’t need well somebody wants em
Remember when you was sweet now you Omarosa
Remember we used to speak now it’s non-negotiable
Calling me weak because I’m emotional
Yeah you for me but by now you supposed to know
Want you in Dolce Gabbana
But it’s hard selling art I’m a rhyma
I’m tryna

REPEAT CHORUS
Track Name: Nig Can’t Tell Me Nunt
Nig Can’t Tell Me Nunt
Words by Ahmad Ali Lewis
Music by Derrick Davis-Briggs


VERSE 1
I’ma get it fam
They call it greed I got a seed I need a piece of fucking pie
And I don’t give a damn if
My sweat starts to bleed like Jesus cause like he did I will die
My first born in this hospital
Nothing in my pocket all I got’s my flow
Won’t let the hood keep my son hostage no
This is just a momentary obstacle
I grind mind flying using my imagination
When he be crying I be trying to be patient
I be pacing
And the preacher got a Benz and a knot so
What’s up with some bib crib diaper money gospel?
So a nig came with that plan
And a nig went back to school
And a nig had to quit that band
And a nig got into Stanford
Now I’m making snaps like a button
And a nig can’t tell me nunt

CHORUS
And a nig can’t tell me nunt (4x Repeat)

VERSE 2
I’m a dope ass poet never did it for fame
Hip-hop in the blood like my nigga The Game
I used to chase money when I quit it it came
I used to chase honeys now they Twitter my name
@AHMADweclap fools know me around
I’m a hood legend for Thelonious Miles Davis Cup flows
Foes owe me a bow
Like Japan man I’m Kobe you foul
Give up homie throw me your towel
Heard a wack cat babbling don’t want to
See Ahmad girl grabbing him don’t go boo
He a fraud I’m a avalanche don’t want true
Emcees on dethrone rappers who be flowing
That’s why your man say he ain’t bussin if he’s on
And he’s me nigga we OG
I’m like a second coming of the D.O.C.
Mod hot as a toke
Dropping it dope
Not hip-hop it’s a joke
Shit is popper than Coke
MOD rip like Sinéad O' mocking the pope
Others violate the culture like it’s dropping the soap
That cannivery ain’t Ivory it’s not finna float
Spit illegit shit get socked in the throat
Tell a fool what I’m gon do not what I hope
If it’s a booth then I’m gon prove
I should be voted among the greatest
I’m about it some doubted til I shitted on you haters

REPEAT CHORUS
Track Name: I'ma Emcee
I’ma Emcee
Words by Ahmad Ali Lewis
Music by Ahmad Ali Lewis & Kip Wilson

CHORUS
I don’t know what you think bout me
I can flow but I’m no celebrity
And I don’t rock many designer clothes
But I be traveling the world and rocking shows

I’ma emcee
(You know what? You know what?)
I’ma emcee
(Yeah I is yeah I is)
A fresh emcee
(What I am? What I am?)
I’ma emcee

VERSE 1
Yup I’m that fly
Better not try
Shout at that guy
Bout the last guy
No joke no satire
He dope I’m better
Step in the club they like come down selecta
Never been Hollywood just kick it with my folk
M-O-D on TV the same M-O when I’m broke
Happy when critics hate it and when they admit I’m dope
Content on top and when I got dropped from Interscope
Flow so cleverly won’t elope I’ll never leave my people
Won’t sever me cause me no celebrity
I’m sharp as a tool I like know how to use my mic
When MO-D rapping crowd clapping like ooh alright
Others crews are frightened
They know this dude’s a titan
With these raps and he’s back and WeCLAP and you know it
It’s Ahmad with these raps and he’s back and WeCLAP and you know it

REPEAT CHORUS

VERSE 2

(LA)
South Central is my hood was 9 rocking mics
At 13 I started feigning for hip-hop it’s like
We lived a Good Life before the Project Blowed
Freestyle rhyming trying to shine and find a pot of gold
I got a son I got a flow I gotta make it
Like Thought said blow or go as far as I can take it
Hip-hop I couldn’t shake it sip two drips of water
Then battle til the crowd is yelling you ripped it harder
MOD ain’t never knew my father guess I got it from mom
With these psalms and these raps and he’s back and WeCLAP and you know it
It’s Ahmad with these raps and he’s back and WeCLAP and you know it

REPEAT CHORUS

VAMP SINGING

Cause I’ma emcee
See?
Trinity would call me a poet
I be rocking this and you know it
Fell in love with hip-hop
Now I’ma be emceein for life

Yo I’ma emcee
See?
Trinity would call me a poet
Ahmad be rocking this and you know it
I Fell in love with hip-hop
Now I’ma be emceein (Then I take it up like)

Yo I’ma emcee
Trinity would call me a poet
I be rocking this and you know it
Fell in love with hip-hop
Now I’ma be emceein for life
Track Name: UPS
UPS

Words by Ahmad Ali Lewis
Music by Kip Wilson

CHORUS
Since he wasn’t no type of big drug dealer
Since he wasn’t no type of big drug dealer
Since he wasn’t no type of big drug dealer she like
Nigga please you work for UPS

Since he wasn’t no type of big drug dealer
Since he wasn’t no type of big drug dealer
Since he wasn’t no type of big drug dealer she like
Nigga please you work for UPS

VERSE 1
Her name was Roxanne she go by Shante
She comment allez vous bougee from France
Was she fly tho?
Dude she was bomb bay
Halle Berry mixed smooth with Beyonce
And I was with the homie Dante
When something in me said holler at her hombre
Bold so I kind of walk up
Little momma you look cold in that parka
She said I love your double entendre
Folk call me Roxanne but I’m Shante
I said I love your French style it’s awesome how you wear it
She go thank you my Louis bag cost a couple carrots
So y’all be flossin out in Paris
Baby you so fine you should be embarrassed
Now that’s how I be back and forth right
Y’all know Ahmad be trying to jockey like a horse right?
Cause I’m the man put an S on my chest
Like Outkast so clean feeling fresher than fresh
Then she said what do you do?
So I told her
She flexed and said
Nigga please you work for UPS

REPEAT CHORUS

VERSE 2
Y’all gotta listen right
Ahmad ain’t into hype
But I saw this girl the other day when I was dippin like DAMN
All in the slurpy she was sippin like DAMN
She staring back because I’m trippin like DAMN
So I park the whip
Walk over to her and I start to spit
At first she wasn’t with it then we start to click
Now she all Maxwell feeling fortunate
Told me she be in the Marina bumping Nina Simone
Her last man was a scrub wish he’d leave her alone
I said girl let me sing you a song
I’ll be everything you want and need
And now she grinning so I’m winning got her all impressed
Baby my phone’s in the car can I call you? Yes
But when I opened up the door and she saw my vest she said
Nigga please you work for UPS

REPEAT CHORUS
Track Name: We Doin’ It feat. MESH, ELIGH & LUCKYIAM (LIVING LEGENDS)
We Doin’ It feat. Mesh, Eligh & Luckyiam

Words by Ahmad Ali Lewis, Jacky Ramaye, Eli Nachowitz, Tommy Woolfolk
Music by Kip Wilson

CHORUS
Ain’t what you g-g-got it’s what you do with it
Some of you start off hot but then you ruin it
Some of us start off not but now we brewing it
Jordan and Ewing it
We doin’ it

Ain’t what you g-g-got it’s what you do with it
Some of you start off hot but then you ruin it
Some of us start off not but now we brewing it
Jordan and Ewing it
We doin’ it

VERSE 1
It’s that nigga MOD still erupting with flows
Keep a crowd Fred Astaire yeah up on they toes
Told KP please flip something exposed
To spit it with a kick bass line nothing but lows
Did it cause he sick with it it’s nothing for pros
Man my whole click heavyweights nothing but those
Nothing I chose like the hulk busting his clothes
When I came out my momma I was bussin this prose
Been bussin at shows
But y’all suck and it shows
You’re soft like the cushion in Scholl’s
And I’m a top five ryhmer
Like a stripper or Obama always up in the polls
Get it? Up in the polls
Y’all know me MOD love all the homies
But I’m rougher with foes
I’m like a bucket of coals
(I’m hot)
Banging on new doors when other ones close
Ain’t what you g-g-got

REPEAT CHORUS

VERSE 2

MESH
e suis un b-boy
impossible que le mc j'idole
je reste vrai, donc je m'isole
quand tu chip moi je rigole, je t'immole
tant de frère me demande comment faire
je monte en l'air dés que j'entends l'air, je fais des bonds
je t'empère bien que j'entre en guerre,
je fais du bon, que du bon ! , que du son qu'enterre les cons.
M.E.S.H, t'est de quel crew toi ?
c'est PROPAGROUND, mais vous êtes fous ou quoi ?!!!!
AHMAD, merci pour l'invit', compte sur moi pour en faire un hit, vite !
mon flow casse des nuques en pagailles
MESH assure au mic, en live, et prend la maille
j'atteins le top, la crème, l'élite
dans ma tête, j'entends "doing it"

Eligh & Luckyiam lyrics unavailable

REPEAT CHORUS
Track Name: Like Hip-Hop
Like Hip-Hop

Words by Ahmad Ali Lewis
Music by Derrick Davis-Briggs & Kip Wilson

CHORUS
Do you remember how we kissed?
We were so happy it was bliss
Original like Adidas
Our love was like hip-hop
(It was bangin baby)

You broke up with me on the phone
He had more money so you’re gone
I never knew you I was wrong
You’re nothing like hip-hop
(You ain’t bangin baby)

VERSE 1
You’re no woman at all
Just had a plan to ball
Left me quick because he trick like Santa Claus
I don’t understand it naw
So underhanded aww
You let him swim in your canal Panama
Stood there and bold face lied to me
Hope it was worth it wasn’t perfect but I tried to be
I’m out here working you off in some kind of odyssey
Creepin and twirkin like that serpent or that spider be
Giving up on us for doe what about me tho?
Before you let him use you like a ho you were my hero
And if ever you do choose to go I will not be your rebound
This can’t be rewound now it’s not TiVo
No Lilo no Stitch no remote no scripts
No this that real life permanent forever shit
And I ain’t gon go nowhere and hide away
I knew right away without your drama girl it’s gon be a brighter day

REPEAT CHORUS

VERSE 2
Perhaps one day I’ll get paid off of this backpack rap?
Jurrasic bucks way I buss bak-bak-bak
Then I bet you’ll come crawling back
Cause I bet you’ll want all of that
But I bet you won’t get a buck from MO-D sweetie it’s all a wrap
When I’m on the map I know automatically you gon be pleading
Like please all dramatically
But I won’t even stop to look
You talking funny like T-Pain but I dropped ya hook
And I guess that’s how it goes
Wasn’t supposed to be yours
With your four unpolished toes
Niggaroes know M-O gon keep it real
I be like let’s see Brazil
You be like let’s call my momma and them over so we can chill
That’s what I mean
The shit gets thick like Valvoline
I like traveling you’d rather sit and have a fling
But I ain’t gon go nowhere and hide away
I knew right away without your drama girl it’s gon be a brighter day

REPEAT CHORUS
Track Name: Dang
Dang

Words by Ahmad Ali Lewis
Music by Derrick Davis-Briggs & Kip Wilson

CHORUS
Dang everyday mane why I gotta hear the same hip-hop hip-hop?
Dang everyday mane why I gotta hear the same shit?
(Shit)
Dang everyday mane why I gotta hear the same hip-hop hip-hop?
Dang everyday mane why I gotta hear the same shit?
(Shit)

VERSE 1
I’ma teach you how to hold a mic
I’ma be true Project Blowed tonight
I’m a O.G. from the SC you don’t wanna see MO-D
They told you right
The hood ain’t playing around
Coming up been running since six this morning
Got plans that I’m figuring out
But my tags ain’t right so I ditch police
Can’t stand it I’m finna get out
They’ll rip your shit don’t get no warning
In a jam man I’m riddled with doubt
Is this war? Cause niggas don’t get no peace

REPEAT CHORUS

VERSE 2
I’ma teach you how to rip a show
Don’t be too proud to switch the flow
Spit freestyles for fun then after you are done spit some more
But yeah yeah yeah right
Over there they’re real hyped
So get a hand up fair fight
Fools swear that they’re tight
I’m feeling me
I be hollerin about power to the people like Chuck and Flav
While I’m wildin about how until it’s equal we’re fucking slaves
They really want me quiet cause I am a real emcee
Been equipped with Lion of Zion ability
And I don’t know who flows the best
I’m amongst the pound for pound
Niggaroes who chose to test met a monster sans the frown
Then they left but sans the crown
Man a hit’s when conga pounds
I don’t want shit from you clowns
Break it down

REPEAT CHORUS

VERSE 3
Different streams different dreams
If he rhyme fast I rhyme slow
Only the outside tic-tac-toe
Out of the box where you’ll find me
Won’t let em define who I be
Y’all know I’m right
Then again who are we?
Damn right gon shine you’re jewelry

REPEAT CHORUS
Track Name: Don’t Run, Again feat. NENE WHITE
Don’t Run, Again feat. NeNe White

Words by Ahmad Ali Lewis
Music by Kip Wilson

INTRO SINGING
Ooh, oohoohooh
Ooh, oohoohooh

VERSE 1
We were in love before Raheem became Wu’s RZA
Am I your dream became true Boo is I?
Like Nell and St. Lu us tizzight
What that female said ain’t true just lizzies
Want you in Lacoste alligator IZOD
Brand new Porsche hair blowing in the rizzide
But I can’t afford it
Plans got thwarted
Got nothing to show but some jams I recorded
Saw a little of the world yup toured it
Stopped looking for a girl yup you’re it
So don’t run Love you’ll get rewarded
Soon as I get it all sorted
I’m tryna

CHORUS
Don’t run I’m tryna
Don’t run I’m tryna
Don’t run I’m tryna
(Make you happy)

Don’t run I’m tryna
Don’t run I’m tryna
Don’t run I’m tryna
(Make you)

Don’t run I’m tryna
Don’t run I’m tryna
Don’t run I’m tryna
(Make you happy)

Don’t run I’m tryna
Don’t run I’m tryna
Don’t run I’m tryna
(Make you)


B-SECTION
Ooh, oohoohooh
Ooh, oohoohooh

VERSE 2
Stop playing stop ollie ollie oxen
Stop bringing up the fling with Roxanne
Stop trying to change things stop Cloroxin
I’ma put you in a ring stop boxin
Locks are pretty you’re not siddity
Got with me to build
I’ma do it from the ground up get me a mil
I’ma keep it underground not get me a deal
And I’m keeping you around hot with me for real
Quit tryna vamanos leave me by my lonesome
Kisses that you don’t need well somebody wants em
Remember when you was sweet now you Omarosa
Remember we used to speak now it’s non-negotiable
Calling me weak because I’m emotional
Yeah you for me but by now you supposed to know
Want you in Dolce Gabbana
But it’s hard selling art I’m a rhymer
I’m tryna

REPEAT CHORUS

REPEAT B-SECTION