The Real Taylor - Fun At Check

I never choose to rhyme slow, cause you know, and i know
Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow
You got me blue and lonely
Hail mary nigga, run quick see
And you know i love you baby
I was wondering maybe
And fuckers know my story, and now i pack the wesson,
I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done
I'm a g, and this is something you can't see
So lonely and cold, it's like something takes over me
Never fading, and i know that the haters are forever waiting
For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring
Whenever i got a rhyme and feel lonely
And i got a little big, keep it low key
And i know that you would love to be
That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money