the death of the author Lyrics

(Oh, yeah)

(It's time to lock in)

Need that blue strip around my bills just for some emphasis

I want that ho' floatin' on it 'till we need an exorcist

Thought I was wearing ankle socks, Lil bitch these just some Vetements

Every time I drop a project they like"Staggy better miss"

Every time it's Nada

They so mad they not us

You'll hear many meanings in my shit death of the author

The death of the author

One day I'll be gone, my legacy will live longer

World up in my hands I got you right where I want you

(Want you)

I know you think about me

Come with me baby, Won't ya?

(Won't ya?)

I know you want to dip your toes into the sea

I know I made your favorite year the one right after 2003

Year of the monkey going ape shit

When the album drop, she add the whole thing to her playlist

S-T-A-I-N

I'm in New York I'm on my Stain shit

Like the tattoos on my chest?

Lil baby come and bang this

Then make her my main bi

Bitch I built this all up by myself

Now I spent what I had saved up for a whip up on my belt

Homie worry 'bout yourself now

Bro want war with me? my demons send you down to hell now

How you broke and still a sellout?

Bitch I'm blowin' down this L now

I thought you was gang until we fell out

Need a freak bitch that like casting spells now

Every new song that I make

Take it's own shape

Yeah, they still hear what I say

Even if I don't see the day

I push the whip until I beat the curb up

My swag got no limit, that's why they gone call me Staggy-Swervo

You still ain't learn bro, I'm a real deal spitta

Jump behind the wheel now I'm a real wheel spinna

Put my faith in god but I'm a

The death of the author

One day I'll be gone, my legacy will live longer

World up in my hands I got you right where I want you

(Want you)

I know you think about me

Come with me baby, Won't ya?

(Won't ya?)

I know you want to dip your toes into the sea

I know I made your favorite year the one right after 2003