Who Raised You Lyrics

Oh hi

I'm really nice when you get to know me

Problem is I'm in a bad mood

Killing everybody every day

I guess it started making me a bad dude

Like Michael Jordan with a bad flu

I could learn a lot but I don't ask you

Buying every single play you got

I guess gotta start padding the stats too

Oh look a body again

Oh he pretending he Rich

But he sounding like Roddy again

Big shocker

Power surge like I'm Ibaka

Half of y'all never do enough

Then wanna cry 'bout losing to a TikToker

That's cute

Get in the booth

Duck though homie cause you know I shoot

Back in this bitch with immaculate pitch

That they happened to miss

I got half in the clip but I reload

He go, back to the lab for the people

Feel like its illegal

Like twenty-five to life, I would pay the price

Just to never hear your record twice

All this rap about a yacht, see

But they too scared to even roll the dice

That's alright

I don't even think y'all like what y'all write

All this jewelry your shining armor

But it's hella karma cause it ain't your knight

This like Game of Thrones again

Hate to gloat again

Line for line got 'em off the snow again

They see me they forgot it's your event

Don't gotta cry be a man and hold it in

In my bag

Yeah that's probably why they mad

I ain't really blaming you

I blame your mom and fuckin' dad

Like who raised you

In my bag yuh

They just wish I go away (like who raised you)

And why they mad yuh

They just wish I go away (like who raised you)

Bone or two to pick

All my newer shit been Diesel, need a Ludacris

Everybody that been wronging me

I done killed 'em all I need a newer list

I-I'm so fly if she catch my eye

Then I turn the bitch into a stewardess

Ain't Illuminati, more like luminous

And I ain't scared no matter who it is

No way mang

Carry on, you ain't on my plane

Know my name

That's acceptable, higher decibel

Let's up my gain

This ain't fame

More like dedication from a rapper basement

Don't compare the two cause there ain't no relation

Ain't a marathon, but this a better pace and

I don't take the stairs, I'm on some levitation

In my bag

Yeah that's probably why they mad

I ain't really blaming you

I blame your mom and fuckin' dad

Like who raised you

In my bag yuh

They just wish I go away (like who raised you)

And why they mad yuh

They just wish I go away (like who raised you)