Denise Murrell Songtext
von MAVI

Ay, 150 wet, but demandin′ respect
I sign the front and the backs of my checks
With the Curator, we chat at the MET
They can't even tell that I rap, how I dress
I got 250 somethin′ grams on my neck
Hand on my weapon, I scan for a threat, nigga

Uh, I was in school writin' hood niggas' essay for cash and later finessin′ the bag
I′m gettin' in Heaven off grand mama prayers alone
Religion a weapon, I′ll pass then pad the pastor pocket
Blast the rocket, mastermind, the mag, I pop it

So they gotta be mad, gone for too long, so she callin' me naggin′
Askin' me when I′ma get off that sad shit, hit for a bag and I call back to laugh
RIMOWA attaché, stickin' magnets on it, with the K's, mainly chat in code
If you really hate me, then you wouldn′t pay me no attention, not trippin′, cashin' on it

Passionate, Casanova, way back in the gap, I hod you
Ashamed, my blick back in the holster, you ain′t deserve that, I was growin'
Even back in my lackin′, broke years, niggas wasn't actin′ local
Alligator patch and loafers, 25, but actin' older, on my mama


Ay, 150 wet, but demandin' respect
I sign the front and the backs of my checks
With the Curator, we chat at the MET
They can′t even tell that I rap, how I dress
I got 250 somethin′ grams on my neck
Hand on my weapon, I scan for a threat, nigga

Ay, made my first million, still livin' with mom
She never tripped that I ain′t have a job
I robbed before, I just sat up deprived
Nigga tried pokin' me, I copped a rod

Plotted through COVID with that on my mind
Niggas don′t even know what I had on the line
I smile, beguile, dyin' in style, pile in a crowd, slimin′ 'em out
Silent as mouse, blood on my breath, quite as kept, I'm aligned with ′em now
I feel like escape is futile, see the same face every few miles
Play the blues, ain′t nothin' to brood ′bout, married to the game with renewed vows, I just, uh

Ay, 150 wet, but demandin' respect
I sign the front and the backs of my checks
With the Curator, we chat at the MET
They can′t even tell that I rap, how I dress
I got 250 somethin' grams on my neck
Hand on my weapon, I scan for a threat, nigga