MAÎTRE D’

Lyrics

Don't you play with me Can't tell me anything 'Less you play this fee Don't you play with me Ain't enough pennies for the team We put pins in anything 'Less you play this fee I need everything I failed more than I succeeded Versac robe Uncle Elroy when I'm sleepin' I can't spell debt neither Credit score Picasso Ugly 'til appreciation Asthma attacks My imagination runs freely with it Overcompensating for times they undercompensate us Tape delay trauma Echoing for generations Generations We still trying to become something We know the TV made us The weight was ugly and jumping Like Anthony Davis What if the trust fund babies was caged in And the coke boys had Gordon Ramsay kitchens to go and play in Bittersweet dividends Misdemeanor sentences Huh, we still gon' get it in Shea butter brick too big for my bag So I got the same scars grandaddy had Still playing catch up I'm barely catching cabs Black and blue banks statements With the matching bag Poppas black hands glued to brown paper bags No wonder he ain't teach me sh*t 'Bout paying for the tab My ex told me go fix it in therapy My homie told me 'bout hitting a lick carefully Momma told a degree and live patiently But n*ggas still at the door Maître d' Don't you play with me Can't tell me anything 'Less you play this fee Don't you play with me Ain't enough pennies for the team We put pins in anything 'Less you play this fee I need everything