Blasphemy lyrics

[Intro]
Vaughn

[Verse 1]
Newborn tiger, I'm earning my stripes (Stripes)
Crosshair, b*tch, it's on sight
Tippy toes if you try reachin' my height
n*ggas fantasia can't read me my rights
I don't wanna f*ck, you ain't even my type
n*ggas wait to see me in person then type
Only person ever put fear in me is Christ
n*ggas gettin' parked for not sendin' out kites (Kites)
Tell a n*gga, "Line it up" (Uh), baguettes is diamond cut (Cut)
Finger got paper cuts (Cuts), b*tches, you mines or what? (What?)
You know I'm a Mac, this might be the final cut, the final touch (Ayy)
The game can get cold, we deckin' the halls if you ever sign us up (Damn)

[Chorus]
I'm just bein' me, don't be mad at me
You ain't gonna f*ck me, that's blasphemy
I know the guys' gone blast for me
Louis V pouch at capacity
They can't make this in a factory
God just blessed me with it naturally
Green light but we still trafficking (Yeah)
Wake up broke, that's blasphemy
[Post-Chorus]
f*ck up the forecast (Forecast)
f*ck up the forecast (Shiuf)
f*ck up the forecast (Shiuf)
f*ck up the forecast (Shiuf)
Used to play Dream Cast (Shiuf)
Now I f*ck up the forecast (Shiuf)
Who eatin'? Let's DoorDash
I f*ck up the forecast (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2]
Since I was six, n*gga, I've been flyin' first class
I don't f*ck with birds, but a n*gga took bird baths (Shirp)
No yellow brick road, I had a dirt path
Ask my b*tch, she gonna tell you I'm a dirtbag (Ayy)
Getting to the paper since PC had word pad
Tables might turn, but I still gotta serve that
Make the wrong step, might end up with a toe tag
"Boy bein' broke" ain't even in my vocab (Skrrt)
Makin' big moves like Big Mama
Givenchy shirts, spent six hunnid
Make a rain on 'em all summer (Ayy)
Baby, go and get that rent money (Ayy)
She just came back from Amsterdam (Yeah)
Killa season, b*tch, we killin' cam
All season, b*tch, we killin' cams
Wavy n*gga, never give a damn (Damn)
[Chorus]
I'm just bein' me, don't be mad at me
You ain't gonna f*ck me, that's blasphemy
I know the guys' gone blast for me
Louis V pouch at capacity (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
They can't make this in a factory
God just blessed me with it naturally
Green light but we still trafficking
Wake up broke, that's blasphemy

[Post-Chorus]
f*ck up the forecast (Shiuf, shiuf)
f*ck up the forecast (Shiuf)
f*ck up the forecast (Shiuf)
f*ck up the forecast (Shiuf)
Used to play Dream Cast (Shiuf)
Now I f*ck up the forecast (Shiuf)
Who eatin'? Let's DoorDash (Shiuf)
I f*ck up the forecast (Shiuf)
f*ck up the forecast (Shiuf)
f*ck up the forecast (Shiuf)
f*ck up the forecast (Shiuf)
f*ck up the forecast (Shiuf)
Used to play Dream Cast (Shiuf)
Now I f*ck up the forecast (Shiuf)
Who eatin'? Let's DoorDash
I f*ck up the forecast