Alexa Demie Lyrics

When I turned twelve, knew I had to be self-employed

It's eighteen ways to get rich up in this shit, like Android

I start getting around fake ass people, my homie dead, I'm getting annoyed

Really ain no Lessons up in this Love, my first Lloyd

Drinking this D'usse and smoking weed to fill my voids

Feel my mental health depleting, it's going down like asteroids

Only nigga I talked to every day, now his name embroidered

Before I kill myself, I'll kill that nigga, my gun recoiling

I'm black as hell, probably end up victim to a statistic

Kept that pole up in my book bag, saved my life, that's how I was living

None of these niggas can understand the shit we was doing, you knew we was with it

Sliding around this bitch with so many fuckin sticks, it's looking like Quidditch

All this college keep getting on my nerves, I feel like quitting

When the end though? The only end goal is being rich

Before I die, fucking Alexa Demie, you know that's on my list

I hate hoes, don't even make no promises, get off my dick

Museum Music? That's the only thing I see up in my future

Talking bout degrees and graduation, you already know Ion need no tutor

Praying I got long years left in my life, 'cus I see fewer

Feeling alone, none of these niggas really know me, boy you a buford

She keep talking bout me, in that hoe dreams, like Freddie Kruger

When I go to heaven, I know I'm finna see Seyi playing that bugle

Just left her dorm, that bitch Jawed me down like she at Google

She just blocked me on her iMessage, I'm texting that bitch on Moodle

I'm finna erase this hoe eyebrows, like DoodleBob

You a sad nigga, you flipping patties? Boy just quit yo job

She keep texting me Ridiculousness, said shut up hoe, I'm Rob

Already told brodie that bitch a fucking eater, I threw him a lob

Playing Minecraft, cook the beef up, it's in the furnace

In the car, I'm playing my unreleased, and now this lil hoe twerking

The way my Money so Big, I feel like Yeat, boy where my turban?

Bad bitch, but I know she too poison, like Uma Thurman

Freeze nigga! I'm letting the boys in, you taxidermy

I be getting bored, cheating on this bitch, like Ayesha Curry

Desert man? Last thing on my mind, you know Ian worried

Grown man? In yo mama basement? Boy you touching thirty

Poor nigga, ran off with thirty dollars? What imma say?

Boy you needed it more than me, I let you have it, it's more in the safe

Tried to rob me? Stupid ass nigga, ain even know it was laced

Probably why you slow now, saying "Errrr", eating paste

And yo bitch was getting naked before she was with you, nah Ian want her

In the fitting room, How Far gonna she Go? Like she Moana

When I was born, knew I'm chosen, hold me up, just like I'm Simba

Smacking yo bitch ass, I'm beating the bongos up, I'm playing marimba