The Writer lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
It's the Writer, you know?
I ain't perfect
I got my flaws and sh*t
I don't trust nobody
And I move the same kinda way 'cause I gotta protect me and mine, right?
Yeah (Huh)
b*tches can't do what I do and ain't did what I did
It's Rocky

[Verse]
I'm a self-made b*tch and I'm runnin' to a million
People closed they doors on me, I made another building
Used to show emotions 'til I jumped up out my feelings
If I take an L, you wouldn't notice, 'cause I still win
b*tch, I'm still in, you can label me a hundred words
My OG the sh*t, I'm proud to say I'm right up under her
You know your b*tch solid, so how dare you try to front on her?
n*gga, you can't get another me, it's only one of her
How you spеakin' on me 'cause a girl I nevеr heard of?
Broke so many laws, for lil' sis, I give my world up
Go to war with blood, give a f*ck, I blow this world up
Had to tell 'em get her, I would hate to f*ck your girl up
Bounced on 'em right back, nobody snatched sh*t from around my neck
b*tches talk, but it's cap
Would've been dead by now if it pop like that
I can hear it all in they raps
I can tell these b*tches ain't cut like that
When they cut like that, then it's up like that
Don't gotta set a play for a jump like that, no
I fight plenty demons day-to-day, so that sh*t regular
I'm not regular, probably why I can't sleep regular
'Cause she cool with all my enemies don't mean I'm scared of her
Drop her friends and her, did all that and still can't handle her
I'm a lil'-bodied b*tch, but I bring more than a lil' problems
Heart ain't broken, but I'm p*ssed 'cause why the f*ck was I around 'em?
I ain't perfect, but I'm lit, real as f*ck, and plus I'm solid
Give a f*ck about a b*tch, he f*ck with me, don't come around him
I'm not lackin' with it
Hoes ain't from the hood, but actin' in it
Give my ass some kisses
Catch these b*tches out, it's bad for business
Not these plastic b*tches
I be strapped and still be scrappin' with it
I'm not gassin' b*tches
If they suck, oh well, then trash them b*tches
Rollie on me and I still don't know the time, though
But it's mine, though
Ain't no takin' sh*t I grind for
I get mine, though
You can never be my kind, ho
You out your mind, ho
If you was me, you would've died, ho
I'm a soldier, when I die, they gon' tell kids how I'm a legend
Out in Cali, I was healin', wasn't there when he was sellin'
If I go to jail again, they gon' label me a felon
But this sh*t is what it is and I'ma always keep my weapon
[Outro]
Respect the Writer 2
They know what the f*ck that mean
Can't nobody speak for me but me
b*tch
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah