Mr. Softy Lyrics

Don't you just love when it snow?

I feel good as hell

Great

I'm just taking it all in

Yeah

I want vanilla cream seats

Outside looking like the blood on the leaves from all this work a nigga put in

See me in the kitchen know I'm cooking

Sear a steak up, I need my chicken off the wake up

Palms itching, baking cake up, I used to stay up and think about it

Now a nigga go and get it, young nigga plotting on it

Now a nigga know it's written

I was only 12 like"God when?" staring at the ceiling

Used to cut the grass to grind as a kid now I'm kick flipping

Used to get so mad grab knives up out the kitchen tried to kill siblings

Didn't know myself like damn it"Who am I? Why do I feel different?"

Thought it was a phase and that it'd pass in time if I just deal with it

I woke up one day like"I identify as just a real nigga"

Bossing up, I don't like to fight so I ain't talking tough

Soft as mush I just like to vibe my brothers off you for me

I just need a check and my respect and they ain't talking to me

Hey I deal with disrespect way too direct I still be walking to it

You can't play me like a bitch I'm still a threat off me just talking to you

I mean, yeah, bro I done kicked a couple heads and I felt awful through it

Got my ass kicked and took some L's but I'm still awesome through it

Trying to make these pads thick like BBL's, but I ain't bought no booty

But I still get mad bitches with no wealth bro I ain't bought no coochie

I'm a lover boy I tell her that she pretty and she suffer for it

What you want her for? My hoes be sadity, what's your budget for her?

Nigga what's your ticket for the hoes

All the pretty bitches get a ticket to the shows

Please don't talk to me my boo will probably hit you in your nose

Yeah just clap in the crowd for me make sure you loud for me

Hey, she love my starter kit she wanna lean with it rock with me

I got blunts rolled yeah she love the greens and the broccoli

Aye she no different than these niggas yeah, she do what I do

I don't like to call it spitting yeah, I speak in haikus

Yeah I knew I was that nigga acting up in high school

Making ruckus bored teacher call my name I get in trouble for it

Skipping often teacher call my name like"Where is Cameron Foster?"

I'm just in my bag teach, I been doing math teach

I was a young rack getter now I'm older same bag, teach

Fuck sitting in class talking about the shit from last week, and last week, and last week

Nigga I'm so over it

This a Donald Trump bullet hit your ear and make your shoulder dip

I ain't have shit to learn they couldn't teach me cause I know the shit

She see that the dough been getting cheesy so she notice me

I peep that my bro been getting greasy man he over-slick

You think that I'm over whooping? Fuck that shit I call it out

I don't wait for nothing while these pussy niggas stall it out

I don't like to tussle but bro fuck it we can walk it out

I don't like discussions I be pissed off just to talk about it

Piss me off then I'm a flick you off like, nigga fuck you, kindly