Lil Xay - Mutombo
She wanna grind, then she gotta wait
I feel like Mutombo, not today
I thank all the women that got away
Cuz now I’m focused on making a better me
I don’t got enemies 'cuz they know my destiny
Strictly organic, I'll even show the recipe
All of you cooking couldn’t outdo the chef in me
She calling me chief, I'm feeling like the deputy
And all of your lyrics, nigga, they ain't impressing me
You sayin' a lot of words, but you lacking energy
I am not hearing innovation, it's from their memory
It's clear they are imitating even if cleverly
I gotta grow my wings, I'm heating the celery
I'm in college, there ain't shit people can tell to me
When I walk down the street, feel like a celebrity
You could say music in the family genetically
Give me a sec to breathe
Hypothetically, would Zendaya and I get to meet
Living in Euphoria and watching on the screen
I'm just hoping that she can show me the sure remedy
Why they be loving every one of my melodies
Who they be judging, that shit lookin' embarrassing
I got a couple demons, suicide tendencies
And I got a lot of women living in jealousy
Drinkin' the Hennessy
I took the craziest flow, showing supremacy
I said you wanna make love, she said potentially
Her mans can’t know, it's handled confidentially
She like my flow, she like my popularity
But stop comparing me to these rappers that share a beat
Or buy a beat, I make the beat, no similarity
I'm aiming your lyrics, you need a little clarity
She wanna see me, call her my B.B.
She wanna listen to every one of my CDs, making her freaky
Tryna wake me up, but a nigga sleepy
I do not make love, this ain't no freebie, it's easy
I got a shawty that chill on my bed on the weekly, yeah
Niggas be checkin' my style, so fleek-y, yeah
Smokin' the gas, you know its reeking, yeah
Listen when a real nigga speaking, yeah
Listen when I’m talking, I’m picking on my target
I got a spliff-y in the garden, I'mma smoke it regardless
I'm not just spitting, I’m an artist, but I’m spitting that carbon
Please pardon me, I’m gonna get this shit started
I got the rhyme orbiting and I gotta go harder
Colossal on a giant organ, I got the gift from my father
I'm often ballin' like Jordan, fire committing arson
This kind of rhythm is awesome and I'mma only get larger
I'mma only get bigger, she on that Ye, a gold digger
She wanna take her a picture and send it straight to her nigga
But that’s a lot to consider when I’m damaging my liver
I gotta lock the delivery so the feds don't bicker
I gotta anchor my flipper and choose the angle I’m picking
Control the anger I’m given until I put it on an instrument
I gotta make the money in increments, I got discipline
And all of them are funny when I’m listening
Isn't it ironic how I’m studying niggas below me so I can reach my potential fully
I got the flow and niggas say take it slowly
I could use UK slang, you're waste man, a bully
Try to show me your last defender but you're wasting a goalie
I gotta get the crown when I have it, no takin' it from me
On a different sound automatic, I’m changing it, honey
Either way, every way we stay making the money
And she really cannot complain cuz she ain't changing nobody
Written by:
Xavier Smith
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