[Intro] I ain't even gon' lie, 2019 I'm 'bout to be on my singin' shit Like, mi, mi, mi, mi, mi, mi, mi Fuck you, you, you, you, you, you, you Take your bitch this year and shit That's gon' be the reason why
[Verse 1] All of my peers is threatened by me I can tell, I can see jealousy livin' in need These niggas sick 'cause I won’t quit They stuck in the sea, stuck in the wave Stuck in the deep end of the spectrum They drownin', they floaties ain't working Should've just stuck to the beats Even though your body is a he, you really a she Fans'll say your rappin' is a A when it's really a D They get a B for brainwash, the sucky disease Worst part of that is you believe, sneeze I'm cold as 23 degrees below the only number startin' with a Z That's why they sleep, so I'ma crank the heat So hot, the helium's makin' it hard for them to breathe (Ahh) I'm still independent, I run my own shit (Run my own shit) I can't say the same for niggas I've grown with (Grown with) But keep it real, I'd rather split half of a mill' Than keep the whole hunnid, so my deal with **** is comin' I heard so-and-so say so-and-so's they only competition I started laughin', you must be kiddin' 'Cause if so-and-so drop another so-and-so You and I know your conversation is good riddance With good mittens, you couldn’t catch any ball I’m pitchin' But this ain't a game of bars, no This is a game about who you with and who you know And if you with them niggas at the top, then you could blow So here I go
[Pre-Chorus] I gotta keep a chopper on the table in front of the Bible So right before I spray, I pray That don't nobody try me, high-key Make 'em grow wings and make 'em fly away
[Chorus] I wish a nigga would try me, I'm trigger happy I wish a nigga would try me, gon' make me happy I wish a nigga would try me, I'm trigger happy I wish a nigga would try me, gon' make me happy
[Verse 2] This the shit that make Carl Chery neck snap This the shit that make Rob Markman pimp slap Your favorite blogger who's callin' himself an author But never wrote shit about who I fathered, and that's awful I know how this goes, you niggas sleep 'til I make a heap Then all of a sudden you on my meat, proceed to beat But nigga guess what, I'll never skeet 'Cause I will never be turned on by a fuckin' leech, capeesh? Logic and his manager tried to ruin my deal I guess that's what happens when you tell a nigga Who spent his whole career proving that he's black That he ain't black still But when you taking food out my fridge, I ain't gotta chill And that for real, this ain't a diss He won't respond, this ain't a risk This is me sayin' none of you bigger artists can cock-block shit This industry is a bitch I been patiently waitin' to blow Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the IDK show It's the same as before with a lot better flow And the melodies and the hooks that prolly take your ho, like
[Pre-Chorus] I gotta keep a chopper on the table in front of the Bible So right before I spray, I pray That don't nobody try me, high-key Make 'em grow wings and make 'em fly away
[Chorus] I wish a nigga would try me, I'm trigger happy I wish a nigga would try me, gon' make me happy I wish a nigga would try me, I'm trigger happy I wish a nigga would try me, gon' make me happy
[Outro] Ayy, Eddie Ayy, make sure you leave a little bit of, um, instrumental So they can loop that shit and, and, a-a-and rap over it and shit Matter fact, matter fact I'ma just drop the instrumental with this song That's a good idea, I'ma drop the instrumental with this song I'ma put it out with the instrumental, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
