Testo Release Me

Yeah
Yeah

I'm so-so guilty, of not lettin' my fans see the real me
I'm so-so guilty, of lyin' about the things that I get up to on the weekly
Like callin' hoes to come please me
When I'm spendin' most of my time with the woman I love deeply
Gang-gang barely see me I'm at the house in yesterday's fit, takin' it easy, release me

Brooklyn Nine-Nine season 8 final episode won't finish itself, bitch, release me
I'm tryna get on my grown man shit
So 'Think and grow rich' is no good on the shelf, bitch, release me
I'm tryna leave this microphone wet and make my best album yet
With no regrets, bitch, release me
And I just made the meanest fried chicken in the motherfuckin' world
Let me eat, bitch, release me
Fingers lookin' greasy, ah shit!

Ayy, who's that?
Yo!
Wayaseh?
Come on and sit down, man, if you're sittin' down dawg This shit feel good man
You know?
You feel me?
You smell me?
Ayy

Allow me to reintroduce myself
If you'll allow me to be me and not reduce myself
I'm religious, I'm a geek and I'm a sucker for love
You'll never guess from how I act up when I'm up in the club
I got knives in my back
I got grudge in my blood
Anger issues
Punch the wall until my knuckles are numb
Got famous young
Wasn't ready for ya'll to meet me
So don't hold me to nothin' I said before, please release me

My old pictures circlin' the net with people I'm tryna forget
We not friends, bitch, release me
We was cool back in the days
But then we went our separate ways
And I don't have to go in-depth, bitch, release me
I\m tryna make a business out my name, fuck a chain
I got bills up to my neck, bitch, release me
Mercedes just sent a brand new whip
And I ain't even drove that motherfucker yet
Bitch, release me

That shit's lookin' squeeky
Aw shit