Miss me

Back in the day used to call me a clown

Don't hang with me now you was never around

Your bitch on my line know I got to slut her out

Might drown in them waters she giving me mouth

She sucking me soft want to go another round

We roll with big steppers leave dents in the ground

Talked down on my name now he up in the clouds

I set a new high and they want me to crouch

Through all of the hate never thought you would doubt

I kept it true because I'm the realist around

I cut her off and now she missing me now

Spend hundreds fifties like it's never a drought