Baby Keem - ​trademark usa lyrics

I can't help but feel neglected
Changin' up the schedule
Your calendar refreshin'
Time pass and we move on, nobody says shit
How I'm 'posed to act when
My morals ain't respected?
How you 'posed to act when
Your feelings ain't protected?
I'm cashin' checks just to get
Some neck and some necklaces
What's next? War and turbulence
Prayin' on this plane
Success, got a taste of it
Never was the same

Trademark on that pussy
Trademarkin' my brand-new bitch
Yеah, 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 tеll my grandma, "Sit
Back, relax" and shit, huh
(Make nigga) make nigga buy her house and
Car, she's off the list, huh
Fake nigga, talkin' 'bout he
Rich but barely is, huh
Eight figures, jumpin' off the
Stage into the kids, huh
(yeah) single out the shooter, take the
Shooter to the blitz, huh
(yeah) droppin' out of school, dropped
Deposit on their crib, huh
(yeah) poppin' out on Instagram, I
Only post my bitch, huh
I don't need your input, 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
(Let's go) shoutout to the dead, to the
Dead, to the dead, huh
(Let's go) shoutout to the dead, to the
Dead, to the dead, huh
(One)

I'm sick of you niggas not taking a risk
I'm taking advantage and taking my course
(Kill 'em)
I cannot compete with the mud in my system
My tolerance low, I don't tolerate force
I protect, I am the one
I rose up for the score
I gotta let my ego go
You niggas not ready to settle the war (yeah)
You niggas not ready to stop bein' hoes
You niggas not ready to open the doors
You niggas run in, take off with the drawer
You niggas not really the richest on Forbes
You niggas not ready to
Deal with the sacrifices
And instead, you're passin' the torch
And check the surveillance camera
At the cemetery
See me dancin' on all of your corpse, go

You could only have love
Ooh, could I say it more?
Could I say it more?


Ayy, E38 got pulled over twice
Had to go and switch plates
Bitch, don't think shit sweet
I'm the same Baby Keem in forty-eight states
I play charades with the bank
Just net ten million
Now I'm back with the Wraith
And I'm goin' home with the loot
Mama goin' home with a coupe

I'm a hot girl a hot girl
I'm a hot girl (Make me lose my mind)
A hot girl

I took the 'Lac 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
You're biting your flows, a big appetite
I look at the hoes, they not at your shows
I look at your shows, they Oprah white
You gotta be nimble and quick like a fox
I don't move in silence, this shit is abrupt
I'm VVS-ed up, precise in the cut
Did she get a nut? It's not about me
As long as you good, don't worry 'bout me
I'm telling my friends that you not a freak
My new Nia Long is Kaepernick strong
And she not afraid to get on one knee
I'm back at the crib, my memory deep
I think about mama, I'm Baby Hykeem
She got that tatted before I could read
I'm spiritual now, I pray in my sleep
Twenty years long, I never had dad
My dad was a fraud, I had to be tough
Twenty million, ho, that's not enough
Don't 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 Ps
Stressing 'bout money
Turned to other things
I was in uncle crib at fourteen
Can't get through to mama
'cause she'd rather drink
Facin' eviction by the thirteenth
I was fifteen, I was sixteen
I was fifteen, I was sixteen
I was fifteen, I was sixteen
I was fifteen, I was sixteen

I'm a hot girl a hot girl
I'm a hot girl (Make me lose my mind)
A hot girl