Noname - Self lyrics

[Verse 1] Maybe this the album you listen to in your car When you driving home late at night Really questioning every god, religion, Kanye, b**hes Maybe this is the entrance before you get to the river I had him before the heathen no reason for you to like me Maybe this your wifey just wanting a clean divorce The baby ain't really yours, that's really for babies teething The chicken wings under-seasoned Y'all really thought a b**h couldn't rap huh? Maybe this your answer for that, the crack era The Reagan administration that n***as are still scared of Nah actually this is for me This one for TT at the lake serving the mac and the cheese

This one a small apology for all the calls that I screened [Verse 2] Mr. Money Man, Mr. Every Day He Got Me Mr. Wifing Me Down, Mr. Me-Love, Mr. Miyagi Miscellaneous, Mr. Molly Inside My Sake Incredible, incredible emptiness in my body Heaven's only four-feet tall, I set my ringer to it f**ed your rapper homie, now his a** is making better music My p**y teaching ninth-grade English My p**y wrote a thesis on colonialism In conversation with a marginal system in love with Jesus And y'all still thought a b**h couldn't rap huh? Maybe this your answer for that good p**y I know n***as only talk about money and good p**y