To the fans on the ‘Gram that’s scrolling
And this ain’t no shade, but you’re in the Shadeborough
Comment section trolling
I can give you a page of this book that I write
But I ain’t no J. K. Rowling
And when I ain’t composing, they’re moaning
Just close the back door if it’s open
It’s broken
To the fans on the ‘Gram that’s scrolling
And this ain’t no shade, but you’re in the Shadeborough
Comment section trolling
I can give you a page of this book that I write
But I ain’t no J. K. Rowling
And when I ain’t composing, they’re moaning
Just close the back door if it’s open
It’s broken
I got the fans all in man’s business
Like how would you feel if I didn’t come back from a drill
Would you even business?
They say that I’m so artistic to witness, I don’t need no witness
And when I drop somethin’ it’s Christmas
The swiftness give you motion sickness
Mitch, you know who did this
We do this for breakfast
Whine till she breathless
Don’t think you’re nang in your necklace
You can tell by my exit and on my entrance
That I take pride in a sentence
Hedges & Benson just for the tension
You can hold smoke for your bredren
I did real life Red Dead Redemption
In school was good comprehension
To the fans on the ‘Gram that’s scrolling
And this ain’t no shade, but you’re in the Shadeborough
Comment section trolling
I can give you a page of this book that I write
But I ain’t no J. K. Rowling
And when I ain’t composing, they’re moaning
Just close the back door if it’s open
It’s broken
To the fans on the ‘Gram that’s scrolling
And this ain’t no shade, but you’re in the Shadeborough
Comment section trolling
I can give you a page of this book that I write
But I ain’t no J. K. Rowling
And when I ain’t composing, they’re moaning
Just close the back door if it’s open
It’s broken
And my fans say I’m moving distant
But I’m always hitting it different
But I ain’t consistent
All I do is play my position
Just listen, hear this transition
I used to run man down like Linford
In Brinsford, I’ll leave him injured
Look, now the fans want pictures
Cah this all was a dream, I don’t know about streams
And these Amiri, not Replay jeans
I was like 16, giving Tina to Steve
Way before NoCap made ‘Vaccine’
I was fresh out the green and fresh on the scene
I ordered canteen and a kiosk machine
I come up off shottas and dark soul queen
And I’m the hardest, what you mean? What you mean?
To my fans that keep complaining
Like “Mitch, you ain’t dropped in ages and ages!”
But the flow just changes
Go commenting on fake pages
Just stream this ’cause it pays my wages
Lil Wayne to these new Lil Babies
In this Mercedes, I know what my lane is
My fans made me know what fame is
To the fans on the ‘Gram that’s scrolling
And this ain’t no shade, but you’re in the Shadeborough
Comment section trolling
I can give you a page of this book that I write
But I ain’t no J. K. Rowling
And when I ain’t composing, they’re moaning
Just close the back door if it’s open
It’s broken
To the fans on the ‘Gram that’s scrolling
And this ain’t no shade, but you’re in the Shadeborough
Comment section trolling
I can give you a page of this book that I write
But I ain’t no J. K. Rowling
And when I ain’t composing, they’re moaning
Just close the back door if it’s open
It’s broken
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