Umbrellas

Why you think im smoking on supreme Is that why you keep on snitching on me I keep falling over the top my rap is hella mean The homie sipping syrup thats why he leans I got this baby girl I calls her my seamstress With her fine ass I can't even dream stress Every night our co-op is in Dyer need of mops Sheets soaked so I just use paper sheets I can't write raps on them because she reads between them lines She cums nowadays just by the way I sign It don't matter how I look I'm fine as fuck in my books I can't let her do the books Cuz then I have to overlook Got these haters shook when I shake my head Cuz it's off top the way said Motherfucking mic wants me I feel a possession coming my if I possess him I just mc take that I from me