throwing me off

[Intro]
(Blackedy, you're a rapper now?)
(Desire)

[Chorus]
Yo
Me and my brothers, we get to the paper
All that really matters, we put this shit first
Countin' me out, I was the underdog
Kinda crazy, that shit all reversed
A-ask my mother like, "What do you want?
You want the Chanel or the Gucci purse?" (Desire)
Nigga, I hop in the beamer, they ask 'bout my life
Bro, I don't gotta rehearse
Makin' these bands off DistroKid, savin' and investin' shit
Back in the day, I was stressed and shit
U-upload twenty ball on my teacher
I don't give a fuck 'bout the test and shit (Desire)
Yeah, I gotta be humble, but sometimes, I should be showin' it off
Yeah, you bad as hell, but you kind of annoying
That shit just be throwin' me off

[Verse 1]
They like, "Black, how the fuck you be rappin' like that?"
I'm really just rollin' it off
If I feel like you gettin' too close, I'll probably just ghost
I'm closin' it off
Reason to get paper, that's really the main goal
She be lookin' like a mango
I don't really be outside, I don't fuck with niggas
Don't go where I can't go
Why the fuck would I die?
Niggas know that I always try
Really never show, but I don't be on Earth
So never look me in my eye
Niggas press 'cause I'm goin' up
I brush them right off, brush them like a fly
I'm that type of nigga, I just leave and shit
I won't even tell you, "Goodbye"

[Verse 2]
I won't tell you, "Goodbye"
Go ghost like Casper, I'm the master
"Do you slide?" me then I'm probably fuckin' your friend like right after
I'm just livin' my life and really playin' by the code
Gettin' smarter as I'm gettin' old
Freak shawty put her hands like right on my pants
Like, damn, I ain't know you was bold
Don't even call me your money dude
I could never be your buddy, dude
O-only like it if she kind of rude
But don't do too much, I'm not in the mood
I told my brother, "Don't crash, we smart"
Never let nobody get close to your heart
Shittin' on niggas, not talkin' no fart
Stay to myself, ain't no way to my part

[Chorus]
Yo
Me and my brothers, we get to the paper
All that really matters, we put this shit first
Countin' me out, I was the underdog
Kinda crazy, that shit all reversed
A-ask my mother like, "What do you want?
You want the Chanel or the Gucci purse?" (Desire)
Nigga, I hop in the beamer, they ask 'bout my life
Bro, I don't gotta rehearse
Makin' these bands off DistroKid, savin' and investin' shit
Back in the day, I was stressed and shit
U-upload twenty ball on my teacher
I don't give a fuck 'bout the test and shit (Desire)
Yeah, I gotta be humble, but sometimes, I should be showin' it off
Yeah, you bad as hell, but you kind of annoying
That shit just be throwin' me off