HELP ME! ft. REM-31 Lyrics

Yeah

ROM

F3

Got too much fucking smoke in my face

Can't even see my lyrics

Still fuck it

Still fuck fake friends

Anytime they see me out in public they like, oh that's Rom

Running up like, can you help me pay my homies bond?

This is what I get for popping in a small town

Everybody running into me it's hard to not be found

Cruising with my windows down they hear me on the prowl

I can feel y'all looking at me trying to match up on my ground

We ain't even in the same class why you talking loud?

Out the side of yo neck with yo tongue in cheek damn you so profound

See me on the autobahn with the finest girl sitting passenger

Popping tops off of these bottles like it's Mardi Gras

I might kill the messenger

Try and hit my inbox for a feature bitch it's going to cost you more

Got a lotta repertoire that's going to help me stand out in this rap lore

On my shirt is F3 bitch I rep my own attire

I don't even need to hit the store

They gon see me as some bars for hire man I'll step up to the rap lord

Pacsun what I used to wear

Icon to these kids coming up see me in the mirror

Y'all see me in the mirror

Yeah, crystal clear

And you hear the come up

And you hear, yeah, huh

I still wear Pacsun

I don't mind no judge

From a wack ass bum

Who ain't going to say sum

If you ask to back up

All the claims they put upfront

You'll just get a little muffled hiccup

From an irrelevant punk

I'm on a different level

But I'm staying humble

Yet I get in trouble

Cause I'm egotistical

Egotistical?

You must be bugging

I ain't gon mind that shit

Cause it is nothing, yeah

I never had an ego throughout my life

I never bragged, no, I wasn't the type

Used to take the disses until I would cry

But now I do believe it was a fair price

Cause my heart is cold as ice now

But my soul is warm, counterbalance

I'ma need some pumpkin spice now

To fix my gym form, overbalance

Let me help you

Help me, help you

There's a war out here

Let me protect you

Let me help you

Help me, help you

There's a war out here

Let me protect you

Anytime they see me out in public they like, oh that's Rom

Running up like, can you help me pay my homies bond?

This is what I get for popping in a small town

Everybody running into me it's hard to not be found

Cruising with my windows down they hear me on the prowl

I can feel y'all looking at me trying to match up on my ground

We ain't even in the same class why you talking loud?

Out the side of yo neck with yo tongue in cheek damn you so profound