Not The One

Just me myself and I, no one beside me Living like a recluse, but no I’m not in hiding Addicted to writtens filled with the serum I enjoy beating these beats, its masochism The lyrics delivered as I flow like a river Spitting in mirrors third eye multiplies the vision I’m not a fool so don’t pity me We’re not alike, fuck a simile I’m not the one to fuck, with And I don’t give a fuck, bitch I’m not the one to fuck with I’m not the one to fuck with And I don’t give a fuck, bitch And I don’t give a fuck, bitch And I don’t give a fuck, bitch I’m not the one to fuck with Ya’ll ain’t sayin shit, word to mute Spittah This is food for thought, stop being bitter But if you don’t fuck with me Then it’s probably cos you couldn’t fuck with me Running on tracks with scissors, cutting it with lyrics I’m fire spitting in the middle of fuckin’ blizzards I come with that heat, no Miami I just want a Picasso and a couple Banksy’s Failed high school love affairs, adolescent times Oh what’s her name, she was mighty fine But she just would never give me the day or time Had to keep my cool in memory of the victims of Columbine So I just was not the one fuck with And at the time yeah I really gave a fuck, shit She was gonna be the one, so rejection I couldn’t handle Having misogynistic thoughts throwing temper tantrums I was yelling out fuck bitches get money But looking back at it that shit was mad funny And I ain’t mad at her, lessons were learnt So this is her shout out, hopefully one day it will be heard Yeah it’s all good, yeah it’s all love, of course platonic So it’s just me, myself and I, no one else beside me And I don’t give a fuck, bitch So I’m not the one to fuck with