Ms. Parker

Lyrics

[Intro] (Montage, you a fool, boy) Dyma New Year, new money (Ghetto Olympics) Stay passionate (Woah) [Verse 1] Uh (Woah) Heart and soul in everything I wrote, I got a passion for it Good gas and cute face and ass, I got a passion for it Heard these new dealers spraying additives so I had to grow it Billionaires off of bags, the law used to bag us for it In love with this rap shit, I got a passion for it They never want smoke but don't wanna pass the torch [Hook] They know I'm a problem Weapons formed against me, but I'm Heavy on that armor Already been a star I been ready, this my karma Game do me petty like Professor did Ms. Parkеr (Hey Professor Oglevee!) Damn [Bridge] To bе alive fulfilling destiny is an honor And I thank God for choosing me And I know life's no movie scene Just in the end, you'll give me credit, baby And know I did it if I said it, baby Heart and soul in everything I wrote, I got a passion for it Deepstrokin' that pussy like I got a passion for it Broken hearts of bad bitches callin me a bastard for it Performance splits like a whole brick Get the bag and blow it You and your friend should start up a Onlyfans Swear you all got the asses for it [Hook] They know y'all a problem Weapons formed against me, but I'm Heavy on that armor Already been a star I been ready, this my karma Game do me petty like Professor did Ms. Parker (Hey Professor Oglevee!) And then I caught up Then I caught her [Verse 2] Damn shame where the game has went Rap House is a bot page owned by scammers based out in Bangladesh Orphaned rappers needing mentorship Paying memberships just to claim a set Paved a way through the shady mess Internet, dropping bangers, saying me and Soulja Niggas wasn't crankin' yet Star since "I got me some Bathing Apes" Time to start a couple businesses I'm tryna educate and keep the babies straight No tellin' who their father figure is A lost soul tryna find God in these foul times that we livin' in All time high negatives Lack of lyrics so I'm fillin' in Albums filler, I ain't feelin' them Industry made me an introvert MCs thought we had a synergy Until I sent my shit, he got his feelings hurt Exposed that he sensitive in a verse Im sensing that's why they may censor me They want the crown but it's meant for me Guess it's a conflict of interest They can't make sense of me So labels never gave a cent to me Ironically worked at the Dollar Tree, stocking for hours To pay for the rent and weed Praying that the Lord intervene MJ on the winning team It's feeling like a second wind for me [Outro: ] (Passion runs in our family) (Heh, speed runs in ours)