Baby Keem - Trademark Usa Lyrics

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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 cashing checks, just to get some neck and some necklaces
Whats next? More turbulence? Praying on this plane
Success, got a taste of it, never was the same

Trademark on that pussy, trademarking my brand-new bitch
Yeah, duh, hol up, blood, hol up, cuh, hol up, sis, huh hol up
LLC the Glock and I LLC my bitch, huh LLC
Pass me the 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, talking bout he rich, but barely is, huh
Eight figures, jumping 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
Piping down on Instagram, I only post my bitch, 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

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

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 nigga not ready to settle the war Yeah
You niggas not ready to stop being 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 passing the torch
And check the surveillance camera at the cemetery
See me dancing on all of your corpses, go

You couldnt have love
You couldnt have love

Ayy, big .38, got pulled over twice
Had to go and switch plates
Bitch, dont think shit sweet
Im the same Baby Keem in 48 states
I play charades with the bank
Just net ten million, now Im back with the Wraith
And Im going home with the loot
Mama going home with a coupe

Im a hot girl
A hot girl
Im a hot girl make me lose my mind
A hot girl

I took the light then hopped on the flight
I cannot look towards your jaded advice
I took the torch, I quit being nice
I took the torch, now I gotta fight
You 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
20 years long, I never had dad
My dad was a fraud, I had to be tough
20 million, hoe, thats not enough
Dont ask no questions, bitch, go add it up
I took the light to sacrifice
I sacrificed everything I need
I could probably fuck these bitches in my sleep
Young nigga know the hustle and the peace
Stressing bout money turning to other things
I was in uncle crib at 14
Cant get through to mama cause shed rather drink
Facing the vision bout a 13