ME N' WHO

Lotta shit that I could say I'd Never say on stages

Tryna get more air time than the Amazing races

You know them rappers from ya Town ain't cold as Baby Lane is

Just a reflection of the way that All our people raised us

I need the paper so thick that you Couldn't use the stapler

Thought she was pretty in the face But it was just the makeup

I'm making up for all them times That I would miss the lay up

Every beat I leave my Marc Should name my baby Jacob

Might judge the bitch from what She frequently rocks on her Playlist

Type of bitch that never leaves With whoever she came with

Just cuz her sign align with mine Now she think we in cadence

If killin beats had been a crime Woulda been in the basement