Miss Me

Yeah

I'm Mister Hood



Okay I'm stacking dead presidents

Out there to my testament

Trying to get my money long, Yao Ming measurements

Sorry for my absences, Khaled they been asking him

Where your youngest problem been?

I been grinding trying to win

Studio, the money flowing, Rosay in them bucket Benz

Back up on my luck again, cut off some disloyal friends

Added me a bitch that's super thick I call her Medicine

I hate to exaggerate, her head is Excedrin

My flow is some syphilis, that's what makes me different

See me as your militant, yeah I'm on some other shit

Step back in this motherfucker, still in lead I'm resting it

May not have the hype but I'm the topic that they want to trend

I'm just doing me, that's the story, let the shit begin

Got two albums out and they ain't chilling or arresting it

Killing everything, come arrest me then

Bitches do each other, yeah they lesbians

Let them meet the dick, introduce a friend

Who would have thought that I'd do a double set of twins

They only fucking because the emblem on the whip a Benz

I'm coming for the top and sparing niggas, that depends

And they hear me talking about an album and they faces grin

You thought that hating would've worked, here we go again

And forgive me Lord if ever that I had to sin

I'm inspired off of life and not what a nigga did

Had visions of doing it big since the age of ten

I know they missed me I will never make them wait again

No disrespect but it was never safe to let me in

May 11 '88 I've been a problem since

Nigga



Tell me

Tell me what's really going on

Gutta back up in this bitch I'm ready, what's happening?

What's happening?

What's happening?

I'm back again

And I'm in a Benz

What's happening?

What's happening?

Gutta back up in this bitch, I'm ready



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Indie what up nigga?

Dame Cash

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