trademark usa

[Part I]
[Intro]
I cant help but feel neglected
Changing up the schedule, your calendar refreshing
Time pass and we move on, nobody said shit
How Im posed to act when my morals aint respected?
How you posed to act when your feelings aint protected?
From cash and checks, just to get some neck and some necklaces
Whats next? More turbulence? Prayin on this plane
Success, got a taste of it, never was the same
[Verse 1]
Trademark on that *****, trademarkin my brand-new *****
Yeah, duh , hol up, blood, hol up, cuh, hol up, sis, huh (Hol up)
LLC the Glock and I LLC my *****, huh (LLC)
Pass me thе rock, I go crazy on my kicks, huh
Had to tell my grandma, 'Sit back, relax, and shit,' huh (Make nigga)
Make a nigga buy her house and car, shes off the list, huh
Fake nigga, talkin bout he rich but barely is, huh
Eight figures, jumpin off the stage into the kids, huh (Yeah)
Single out the shooter, take the shooter to the blitz, huh (Yeah )
Drop it out of school, dropped deposit on their crib, huh (Yeah)
Pipin down on Instagram, I only post my *****, huh
I dont need your import, get your two cents off my pic, huh
Generation money, type of money dyin rich
And I wanna say, 'Shoutout to the dead, now I flex,' woah
[Chorus]
Shoutout to the dead, to the dead, to the dead, huh
Shoutout to the dead, to the dead, to the dead, huh (Lets go)
Shoutout to the dead, to the dead, to the dead,huh (Lets go)
Shoutout to the dead, to the dead, to the dead, huh (One)
[Verse 2]
Im sick of you niggas not taking no risks
Im taking avenge and taking my course (Kill em)
I cannot compete with the mud in my system
My tolerance low, I dont tolerate force
I protect, I am the one
I rose and fold the score
I gotta let my ego go
You niggas not ready to settle the war (Yeah)
You niggas not ready to stop bein hoes
You niggas not ready to open the doors
You niggas run in, take off with the jewelry
You niggas not really the richest on Forbes
You niggas not ready to deal with the sacrifices
And instead, youre passin the torch
Check the surveillance camera at the cemetery
See me dancin on all of your corpses, go
[Segue]
You couldnt have love
You couldnt have [?]
[Part II]
[Verse]
Ayy, big .38, got pulled over twice
Had to go and switch plates
*****, dont think shit sweet
Im the same Baby Keem in forty-eight states
I play charades with the bank
Just net ten million, now Im back with the Wraith
And Im goin home with the loot
Mama goin home with a coupe
[Bridge: ROSALìA & Baby Keem]
Im a hot girl
A hot girl
Im a hot girl (Make me lose my mind)
A hot girl
[Verse 2]
I took the light then hopped on a flight
I cannot look towards your jaded advice
I took the torch, I quit being nice
I took the torch, now I gotta fight
Your niggas impulsive, quick to make moves
Youre biting your flows, a big appetite
I look at the hoes, they not into shows
I look at your shows, they opera white
You gotta be nimble and quick like a fox
I dont move in silence, this shit is abrupt
Im VVSd up, precise in the cut
This shit getting nice, its not about me
As long as you good, dont worry bout me
Im telling my friends that you not a freak
My new Nia Long is cappin is strong
And she not afraid to get on with me
Im back at the crib, my memory deep
I think about mama, Im Baby Hykeem
She got that tatted before I could read
Im spiritual now, I pray in my sleep
Twenty years long, I never had dad
My dad was a fraud, I had to be tough
Twenty million, ho, thats not enough
Dont ask no questions, *****, go add it up
I took the light to sacrifice
I sacrificed everything I need
I could probably **** these ******* in my sleep
Young nigga know the hustle and the peace
Stressing bout money turnin to other things
I was in uncle crib at fourteen
Cant get through to mama cause shed rather drink
Facin the vision bout a thirteen
[Refrain]
I was fifteen, I was sixteen
I was fifteen, I was sixteen
I was fifteen, I was sixteen
I was fifteen, I was sixteen
[Outro: ROSALìA & Baby Keem]
Im a hot girl
A hot girl
Im a hot girl (Make me lose my mind)
A hot girl