The Message

Lyrics

[Intro: Julia Stiles] I was doing just fine until you showed up I hate the way you talk to me And the way you cut your hair I hate the way you drive my car I hate it when you stare I hate your big dumb combat boots And the way you read my mind I hate you so much, it makes me sick It even makes me rhyme I hate it, I hate the way you're always right I hate it when you lie I hate it when you make me laugh Even more so when you make me cry [Verse 1] Money go-getter What's her name, I'll get her Fuck the fame, just came I'm a young Memphis nigga In my Jordan flip-flops with my hair in a knot With a knot in my socks And my chest in a slot Nigga All I fucking know is sex, money, and to rob In a all white charger looking like the fucking Rock On the block with the pot Looking hot For the cream of the crop Don't stop Fuck a cop Do it till your heart drop Pussy nigga I'm the realest I don't gotta act tough Pussy nigga I'm the chillest Riding in a black truck Full of bad white women Niggas wanna act up Leave his ass dissected I'm that nigga, act like you get the message Boy you not shit so stop flexing Yeah, I'm the boy that your girl texting If you want something Little nigga fetch it Imma have to give bitches lessons [Bridge] Your face is your essence Your body when naked It is a blessing, to see you It's my pleasure to meet you [Verse 2] Niggas really wanna keep up Your style don't change Can you please speed up? I create things Just wet my feet up Most niggas made things I don't wanna speak of I relate things that you wanna dream of Standing in the rain with a blunt and a mug The pains in my songs I don't really need love I know how you feel But I don't need us Baby [Outro]