"News Matt" lyrics
All of a sudden, everybody love me 'cause I'm back litty
Ask my mama, I was thuggin', I came back from under her titty
Got a shovel for niggas, say they tryna get up with me
Say they dancing with the devil, but they don't wanna see my griddy
She called me for a feature, I said, "I wanna fuck you Nicki"
I've been noticing a lot of bad bitches come from Philly
When a nigga straight, the only time you fucking with me
They be smiling in my face, but really wanna kill me
They be smiling in your face, but really wish to kill ya
Groundhogs when you wack 'em, there go another nigga
Cracker tryna paint me like a junkie and I got fucking issues
Yep, as long as they don't catch me with another pistol
Lil homie, I ain't finna say nothing, I'm just gonna come and get ya
The diddly and pickle eggs in the projects, I remember
Everything, uptown projects, UTP
With brutal youngin' nigga tryna put you on a tee
Thankful for my life in golden acres back in the G
Thankful for all my snipers and all the game they gave to me
Young nigga stealing pictures, painting just to see the dentist
From watching Wallie whippin', I knew I'd never be a witness
I was in elementary, skipping, thuggin', jumping fences
I knew I was going to penitentiary, kill me 'fore I be a witness
They be like, "Kodak, boy, you been blessed"
We remember you in the projects, you didn't even know who you are yet
I was bad, but I was smart as shit
'Cause I went to private school 'cause I won a lot of spelling bee contests
You was petty theft, my first charge was armed car jacking
It's a flex to say you grew up with Lamar Jackson
Get inside the jet for trapping', get to ma's house, bending traffic
I ain't sayin' we were rich, but we payin' rent
So much gay shit with this fame shit, made me wanna start rapping
I ain't gonna lie, I'm snapping, but I can't lie, I'm not happy
Ain't had no fun, I bought me none 'fore I took care of my family
If I can do it again, my friends and my kin have every cent
Every time a bitch come 'round this bitch, nigga start flaggin'
Like I'm a kid, so I'm grown and more strong than you, then
And how I step, I know I be wrong, I start moving like how you is
Hey, homie insecure, gotta treat me like a jit to feel like a man
Damn, I'm fucked up in the head
I was chasing after friends, I damn near ran through all the bread
I forgave you a little bit, but I can't forget all the shit you said
It made me think, "What else you gotta say that you ain't sayin'?"
Like anything I ask you, acting deaf like you want me to beg
Make sure you jet soon as you land, you changed on me yet, but I bet it's the plan
Big steppa, you know how I stand, would've gave my last breath, twin
These niggas out here won't even support their brother 'cause they don't wanna feel like a dick rider
Ask my mama, I was thuggin', I came back from under her titty
Got a shovel for niggas, say they tryna get up with me
Say they dancing with the devil, but they don't wanna see my griddy
She called me for a feature, I said, "I wanna fuck you Nicki"
I've been noticing a lot of bad bitches come from Philly
When a nigga straight, the only time you fucking with me
They be smiling in my face, but really wanna kill me
They be smiling in your face, but really wish to kill ya
Groundhogs when you wack 'em, there go another nigga
Cracker tryna paint me like a junkie and I got fucking issues
Yep, as long as they don't catch me with another pistol
Lil homie, I ain't finna say nothing, I'm just gonna come and get ya
The diddly and pickle eggs in the projects, I remember
Everything, uptown projects, UTP
With brutal youngin' nigga tryna put you on a tee
Thankful for my life in golden acres back in the G
Thankful for all my snipers and all the game they gave to me
Young nigga stealing pictures, painting just to see the dentist
From watching Wallie whippin', I knew I'd never be a witness
I was in elementary, skipping, thuggin', jumping fences
I knew I was going to penitentiary, kill me 'fore I be a witness
They be like, "Kodak, boy, you been blessed"
We remember you in the projects, you didn't even know who you are yet
I was bad, but I was smart as shit
'Cause I went to private school 'cause I won a lot of spelling bee contests
You was petty theft, my first charge was armed car jacking
It's a flex to say you grew up with Lamar Jackson
Get inside the jet for trapping', get to ma's house, bending traffic
I ain't sayin' we were rich, but we payin' rent
So much gay shit with this fame shit, made me wanna start rapping
I ain't gonna lie, I'm snapping, but I can't lie, I'm not happy
Ain't had no fun, I bought me none 'fore I took care of my family
If I can do it again, my friends and my kin have every cent
Every time a bitch come 'round this bitch, nigga start flaggin'
Like I'm a kid, so I'm grown and more strong than you, then
And how I step, I know I be wrong, I start moving like how you is
Hey, homie insecure, gotta treat me like a jit to feel like a man
Damn, I'm fucked up in the head
I was chasing after friends, I damn near ran through all the bread
I forgave you a little bit, but I can't forget all the shit you said
It made me think, "What else you gotta say that you ain't sayin'?"
Like anything I ask you, acting deaf like you want me to beg
Make sure you jet soon as you land, you changed on me yet, but I bet it's the plan
Big steppa, you know how I stand, would've gave my last breath, twin
These niggas out here won't even support their brother 'cause they don't wanna feel like a dick rider
Writer(s): Jacob Atl Jacob Canady, Bill K. Kapri
