Denise Murrell

Lyrics for Denise Murrell

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