Temperature is rising up
Temperature is rising up, no mercy
Nothing can concern me
You dream about Drake numbers in your nightmares
But you hatin' about me and my little career
No matter what you buy nigga I be right there
I'm in the back of her mind like a new nigga
I'm everywhere, TMZ making news nigga
I left and I don't want it back, the proof is right here
Thank God I'm free my nigga shit fell like a light year
You got a botch face nigga wit a cute date
This nigga bent outta shape wit a gorilla face
My bars on The PinkPrint, no one'll ever match
My dickprint, lil nigga you can never match
Wasn't a secret young bull I knew everything
Hope you go platinum my nigga she need a better ring
I thought I left her so she could move on to better things
Maybe a ball player, maybe a soccer player
Maybe a billionaire, like a Mariah Care
But nigga I don't care, I really do not care
They say Safaree heartbroken, lemme shed a tear
Fuck if you cheated, 12 years a slave anyway
Temperature is rising up (she's your only lifeline to catch anyway)
Temperature is rising up
Temperature is rising up (she's your only lifeline to catch anyway)I hear the mumblin', I hear the cacklin'
I got em' scared, shook, panickin'
That's really my pen game nothing damagin'
When you was pullin' up, I was pullin' out
I know real shit that I ain't gonna talk about
I seen the text messages, I seen the emails
(Somebody tell me why he talkin' like a female)
I heard you told Philippe Chow you ain't goin' there
Well guess what, go to hell how bout you eat there
In every pic you look surprised all you do is stare
You out of shape anyway, you need to eat a pair
Get the fuck off my page, stop watchin' me
You niggas ain't God, ya'll ain't stoppin' me
Shit is inflated, you intimidated
I been knew why you niggas waited?
You so calculated
This time Next year
Lil daddy you'll be emasculated
Shit is X-Rated, go look it up
Lowkey hatin' on me niggas obsessed
I ain't upset, bitch I'm up next
Ain't no pillow nigga IS YOU UP YET?!?
Wanna sleep on me? Get a crook neck
Get a stylist you don't look dressed
One more year you will be stressed
Here's an iron nigga cause YOU LOOK PRESSED
Got a mad ex wit her new man but her new man like a mad ex
I'm well-known, I'm renowned, you Rodman, you a rebound
My words big, you can't spell
I hold weight like a dumbbell
Where the blood clot with this idiot
Boy holla fresh cos your breath smell
I'm goin' up that's an incline
If she leave you you goin' decline
I know shit, kept my mouth shut
And you told nigga that's a BITCH SIGN!!!
Yeah, I was first, You won't be the last
But when future drop, you became the past
Now that I'm gone, good luck with them punchlines
Sincerely yours, Safaree, flatlineYo, if ya'll so happy, why ya'll so worried about me?
Like, I don't care about ya'll
You see my new bitch? Come on
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