Trademark Usa Song Lyrics
I can’t help, but feel neglectedChanging up the schedule, your calendar refreshingTime pass and we move on, nobody said shitHow I’m ‘posed to act when my morals ain’t respected?How you ‘posed to act when your feelings ain’t protected?From cashing checks, just to get some neck and some necklacesWhat’s next? More turbulence? Praying on this planeSuccess, got a taste of it, never was the same
Trademark on that pussy, trademarking my brand-new bitchYeah, duh, hol’ up, blood, hol’ up, cuh, hol’ up, sis, huh (hol’ up)LLC the Glock and I LLC my bitch, huh (LLC)Pass me the rock, I go crazy on my kicks, huhHad to tell my grandma, “Sit back, relax, and shit, ” huh (make nigga)Make a nigga buy her house and car, she’s off the list, huhFake nigga, talking ’bout he rich, but barely is, huhEight figures, jumping off the stage into the kids, huh (yeah)Single out the shooter, take the shooter to the blitz, huh (Yeah)Drop it out of school, dropped deposit on their crib, huh (Yeah)Piping down on Instagram, I only post my bitch, huhI don’t need your import, get your two cents off my pic’, huhGeneration money, type of money dyin’ richAnd I wanna say, “Shoutout to the dead, now I flex, ” woah
Shoutout to the dead, to the dead, to the dead, huhShoutout to the dead, to the dead, to the dead, huh (Let’s go)Shoutout to the dead, to the dead, to the dead, huh (Let’s go)Shoutout to the dead, to the dead, to the dead, huh (One)
I’m sick of you niggas not taking no risksI’m taking avenge and taking my course (Kill ’em)I cannot compete with the mud in my systemMy tolerance low, I don’t tolerate forceI protect, I am the oneI rose and fold the scoreI gotta let my ego goYou nigga not ready to settle the war (Yeah)You niggas not ready to stop being hoesYou niggas not ready to open the doorsYou niggas run in, take off with the jewelryYou niggas not really the richest on ForbesYou niggas not ready to deal with the sacrificesAnd instead, you’re passing the torchAnd check the surveillance camera at the cemeterySee me dancing on all of your corpses, go
You couldn’t have loveYou couldn’t have love
Ayy, big .38, got pulled over twiceHad to go and switch platesBitch, don’t think shit sweetI’m the same Baby Keem in 48 statesI play charades with the bankJust net ten million, now I’m back with the WraithAnd I’m going home with the lootMama going home with a coupe
I’m a hot girlA hot girlI’m a hot girl (make me lose my mind)A hot girl
I took the light then hopped on the flightI cannot look towards your jaded adviceI took the torch, I quit being niceI took the torch, now I gotta fightYou niggas impulsive, quick to make movesYou’re biting your flows, a big appetiteI look at the hoes, they not into showsI look at your shows, they opera whiteYou gotta be nimble and quick like a foxI don’t move in silence, this shit is abruptI’m VVS’d up, precise in the cutThis shit getting nice, it’s not about meAs long as you good, don’t worry ’bout meI’m telling my friends that you not a freakMy new Nia Long is cappin’ is strongAnd she not afraid to get on with meI’m back at the crib, my memory deepI think about mama, I’m Baby HykeemShe got that tatted before I could readI’m spiritual now, I pray in my sleep20 years long, I never had dadMy dad was a fraud, I had to be tough20 million, hoe, that’s not enoughDon’t ask no questions, bitch, go add it upI took the light to sacrificeI sacrificed everything I needI could probably fuck these bitches in my sleepYoung nigga know the hustle and the peaceStressing ’bout money turning to other thingsI was in uncle crib at 14Can’t get through to mama ’cause she’d rather drinkFacing the vision ’bout a 13
I was 15, I was 16I was 15, I was 16I was 15, I was 16I was 15, I was 16
I’m a hot girlA hot girlI’m a hot girl (make me lose my mind)A hot girl