FEED HER!

I'm at the crib with no money
 No bitch and no guns, boy, what is you doin' with me?
 I be looking at these children like
 "What is you doin'?" It must be the boomer in me
 Words pop out these niggas, yes
 I know they pussy as fuck and we never gon' meet
 Your beats like my Kimber
 The shit never jam, nigga, I'm used to the heat (facts)
 These niggas don't know how to score, they just setting the screen
 Fuck what you do for the others, boy, what is you doing for me?
 How do I stay in your mind, lil' bitch, and we still ain't meet?
 My bitch same color as Dave East
 I put pause on a nigga like Eve
 I spit bars like I never gеt sleep
 How did I move in your mind rent-free?
 Huh, taxing a lease, I think I'm Prince Ali
 You minimum wage, I'm Prince Hakeem
 It's dirty, you alt-right trolls ain't worthy
 I stay in your mind, it's workin' (uh)
 You have no worth, it's hurtin'
 Don't know any niggas in person (nah)
 Never step outside, just lurkin' (ooh, ooh-yeah)
 Oh, that's your IP for certain
 My Kimber my main bitch, but, yeah, me and my Glock be flirtin'
 Be careful where you stay, I left my prints, stay nervous
 Stand back, stand by, stay earning, uh
 When one of these crackers get brave and I put Kimbers to their face
 Y'all better thank me for my service
 My world different, I'm Kyrie Irving
 Niggas be bitchin', they have no purpose
 Testing my patience, I'm going to surgery
 Running a clinic and feeding the nurses
 Miracle bars, you wrapping a turban
 Noble savage, I'm Maria Minerva
 Baby, I feel like a servant
 It's not like I don't deserve it
 Patience, trust, gotta earn it
 Grab my baby, came back to this curvy
 I feel as dripped and I'm nervous
 How hard
 How it feels when I bring up your memory
 Ooh, you feelin' me now, keep callin' me from his house
 The pressure on pile, all these sticks, I just can't put it down
 Not one hit, but my name in your mouth
 All that money, she still on my couch
 What that smell like? Bars
 I'm a thot that was never in doubt
 They love me 'cause I spin on them messy
 They fuck you 'cause you giving them clout
 Fuck her good, make a beat on my couch
 On the road to some riches, I'm laughing
 'Cause I keep running into your- (uh)
 How I keep running into your exes?
 I keep touching yo shit, get the message
 Feed her