Missing My Idols

Take a vivid picture, no photos

Implement that shit into your mind, just so you know though

Sucka free living, I'ma say that that's the motto

So for any **** on that sucka shit, I'm no hoe, bro

Might just have to drop a bomb, Han Solo

Got me bicken back being bool, Quasimoto

All about my paper gotta get my fucking dough, hoe

Always on the fucking go-go, you a bitch like Tony Romo

**** came around now they extinct like Dodo's

Meanwhile I'm in New York fucking up SoHo

Just bagged a new chick, Caroline, nickname Coco

Took her to the telly now lil' baby going loco

She just give me face, ain't no fucking that's a no-no

And she going 30 early dirty no soap though

I laugh at the haters, everything they say a joke though

And I'm screaming fuck 12, all these fowl ass po-po

Yeah, ungh, but nowadays I really miss my fucking idols

So that's the title

I grab a bible, pray for my rivals

Dead on arrival, I swear this shift me like a cycle

Bodies in piles, blood rivers resemble Niles

They need survival, they need to rehearse a recital

I just sit back and listen to old Wayne songs

And get dome from a bitch while I brainstorm

And spit flames while also making it rain storm

You see, I can't ignore it

And you **** don't see it's in your brain you're snoring

And you sleep on me until you can't no more

And don't fake on me and try to play the boy

I don't know why I feel like nobody loves me

Or why they feel like my intention's something ugly

Or why I feel like everyone needs something from me

Or why I feel like everyone just saying fuck me

Or why I feel like the opposition gon' bust me

If I gave you my heart would you still love me

Lately baby I feel like nobody trust me

Is it just me, yeah

Hold up, but nowadays I really miss my fucking idols

So that's the title

I grab a bible, pray for my rivals

Dead on arrival, I swear they shifted me like a cycle

Bodies in piles, blood rivers resemble Niles

They need survival, they need to rehearse a recital

I just sit back and listen to old Wayne songs

And get dome from a bitch while I brainstorm

And spit flames while also making it rain storm