[Intro]
Velvety, velvetta
Flow isn’t hand given why are you looken surprised
Egoist pride cannot control all of the thoughts that goes in my mind
This pistol packed literacy that I have comes from behind
Stealth mode, there’s no need to be loud on the scene when I kill all of these rappers quietly
Ohhh yeah

[Verse 1]
I’m probably not whatchu thought
I’m probably not whatchu thought
This is for every n***a that is soft served, sweet shit like ice cream
You know the ones wit the nice dreams but never take action cause they too busy slacking and going to parties
Oh my, I’m probably not whatchu want
If I’m not yet, I’ll be you’re biggest haunt just watch
Put up my guard even when talkin’ to god
Risking hours and hours of life but you rather not
You fucken wit thots, n***a just stop
Uh yeah, uh
N***a just stop
Spoiled milk, you’re life’s gonna rot
Just like the Bible I’m sending out warnings
I don’t play games cause you are so boring
Missile bombs everywhere
Shots goin off like
If you got talent then show me
You talk behind back then gon act like the homie
Don’t look at my wrist, there’s Rollie
Bound to be poppin’ more than Meghan Roche
I’m protecting my guards like goalies
I’m taking shots in my head cause life’s never lasting
I’m fasting and fasting, oh gosh
I’m probably not whatchu thought
I still stay fighting the dark, writing till there is a spark
My cooking is hot, every word that I jot within the music I drop
Letting my actions take over gets out of control
They already know, they’ve already seen it before
I’ll be damned, Fo sho
[Interlude]
You ever feel good for a moment realize nostalgia hits from all the childhood memories then get a sudden feeling of weight on you’re shoulders
We do not want to get older but all of the tragedy starts coming with plenty catastrophe raising anxiety cause we steady here hoping for change
Lord will you come home and just save

[Bridge]
I see missile bombs everywhere and shots goin off like..

[Verse 2]
I’m probably not whatchu want
Practice makes perfect but I ain’t perfect
Raising my knowledge the fuck from the surface
Growing up thats the reason they mad lately
You loud little kid you’s a bhad bhabie
Talk crazy then get smacked crazy
Yuh
I’m probably not whatchu thought
We don’t want no up and downs like seesaw
See I didn’t need a saw to cut em out, I just cut em off
That’s the reason I don’t fight
Best believe I’m outta sight
My social’s are half past dead, ghost towns
I don’t even talk to myself so why would I talk to you?
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