Self

Maybe this the album you listen to in your car
 When you driving home late at night
 Really questioning every god, religion, Kanye, bitches
 Maybe this is the entrance before you get to the river
 I had him before the heathen no reason for you to like me
 Maybe this your wifey just wanting a clean divorce
 The baby ain't really yours
 That's really for babies teething
 And chicken wings under-seasoned
 Y'all really thought a bitch couldn't rap, huh?
 Maybe this your answer for that
 A crack era, the Reagan administration?
 And niggas are still scared of-
 Nah, actually this is for me
 This one for TT at the lakes offering the mac and the cheese
 This one a small apology for all the calls that I screened
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 Mr. money man, Mr. every day he got me
 Mr. wifing me down, Mr. me love, Mr. Miyagi
 Miscellaneous, Mr. molly inside my saki
 Incredible, incredible emptiness in my body
 Heaven's only four-feet tall
 I set my ringer to it
 Fucked your rapper homie, now his ass is making better music
 My pussy teaching ninth-grade English
 My pussy wrote a thesis on colonialism
 In conversation with a marginal system in love with Jesus
 And y'all still thought a bitch couldn't rap huh?
 Maybe this your answer for that
 Good pussy, I know niggas only talk about money and good pussy