John Michel & Anthony James Miss Me Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Look, I came from a cut of the kente, I'm bettin' forever they envy the roots
I planted the seeds
My whip is now black as the berry that's bearin' the sweetest of fruits
Was blood on the leaves
But notice I turned it to paper, it's only the green and the blues
You see what I mean?
Nigga, I'm lovin' the struggle as long as I'm better than you
Bitch give me my time
I'm 'bout to buy me a watch, I'm tickin' like every box
I got this shit poppin' in college, they I'm a novice
I'm thinkin' like, "Probably not"
I know that they hate that I feel like I already made it
Don't bring that inside my Mercedes
The label been payin' me greatly but lately I'm thinkin'
I'm bankin' on me 'cause it's everybody
Tryna trip about it, want me full of doubt
‘Cause I can f*ck it up in front of anybody
Everybody outside, he runnin'
He actin' like this, all that, who comin'?
I'm really ungrateful, nigga, I'm mister me
And I ain't heard a damn thing, who missing me
When I got up and left, man, f*ck 'em
I'm comin' back home with a little bit of somethin'
Look, I made a hundred bands off a pen and pad
With the same notes as my physics class
Nigga, do the math 'cause I skipped it
It's me plus that plus a couple more digits
It's black-ass business, I'm stuffin' my hand in the pot
Yo, I'm really that nigga who knocks
I'm pushin' the keys, nah, f*ck it, I'm breakin' the locks
Now I'm right here and you all not

[Chorus]
Nigga, miss me with it
Nigga, miss me with that shit
Nigga, miss me with it
Nigga, miss me with that shit
Nigga, miss me with it
Nigga, miss me with that shit
Nigga, miss me with it
Nigga, miss me with that shit

[Verse 2]
Yeah, know a nigga never had a lot But I made somethin' I could brag about
And all this new shit don't cancel out
Because I—, 'cause I don't look like you
They thinkin' it's all niggas that's breaking in
We see your shit, start takin' it
I need all that, don't play with me
You know I'm—, you know I'm lookin' at you
'Cause why are you starin'? We got a problem?
Ain't it apparent? My nigga, I'm shopping
You should be embarrassed, thinkin' I'm plottin'
I'm coppin' like everything before the coppers come
They callin' 9-1-1 like I should never come
The white hoods how they bringin' the torch
I'm hearin' the same numbers in the same moment
Now I'm thinkin' 'bout buyin' the Porsche
So give me some more, I want it too
I'm lookin' for problems, a problem with you
I need me some drama or somethin' to call from
It's makin' me commas, commas 'til I kamikaze
So I leave the party, then I leave my shawty
Then I'm leavin' you and f*ckin' everybody
For attention, nigga, I'ma get it, nigga
I don't give a damn about redemption, nigga
I'm better lonely, start bettin' on me
I'm a walkin', livin', breathin' testimony
Of some almost-alcoholic, went to go and got it
Ain't a f*cking thing convincin' me of stoppin'
More than just enough
I need like all of that plus
I've been acquainted with the bottom, made it out
And now I'm right here, you all not

[Chorus]
Nigga, miss me with it
Nigga, miss me with that shit
Nigga, miss me with it
Nigga, miss me with that shit
Nigga, miss me with it
Nigga, miss me with that shit
Nigga, miss me with it
Nigga, miss me with that shit

[Outro]
(Nigga, miss me with it)
Nigga, miss me with that shit
Nigga, miss me with it
Nigga, miss me with that shit