They try to tell me I should dumb it down Say you're too conscious for the fans to feel you Try to tell me I should calm it down If you fight the system, they're gon' try to kill you They try to tell me that I'm too sad And it isn't healthy, fuck, I knew that I'm just doing me, and if you don't agree And I don't owe you shit, then that is too bad I fired shots at all the mumble rappers And they try to say I'm not a humble rapper So I tell 'em I'm not like these other rappers And they try to say I'm just another rapper Fuck it, I guess there's no pleasing y'all If the record has meaning, you don't leave it on But you stream all the songs that repeat the same shit About pussy and Xanax and liquor and drugs I could have a seizure like Wayne I could just go OD like Peep I could just go crazy like 'Ye I could just get locked up like Meek Repeat the same thing, using stupid slang Yelling Gucci Gang on every flame beat Or I could be me, at least I can breathe, at least I can sleep Knowing that I never sold my soul for money or a dream These rappers all coked out They just mumble lots, they got broke mouths They got ten chains and got no house They got twenty hoes and got no spouse Smart rappers don't drink lean That's kid shit, we ain't sixteen If you got a problem, I welcome it I'll be doing me for the helluvit
For the helluvit (x2)
They said to go to hell, so I packed my shit and went with it Little did they know that they put me in my element I'm fired to the bone, now diamonds in my skeleton I'm finally in my zone, doing me for the helluvit, for the helluvit
They try to tell me to ignore the haters You're gon' get revenge when you're successful later They try to tell me I should not respond And I should write a song and put it all on paper They try to tell me I'm the bigger man If I'm not underhanded when I write 'em back And I try to tell 'em it's impossible Thousands of people a day have been saying I'm whack I try to tell 'em that it's complicated I could write a novel about getting faded But the conscious fans are gonna fucking hate it And the wavy kids are gonna love to play it So I write a song that's got a message in it And the wavy kids are saying it's pathetic But the conscious fans think it's awesome, man They comment like, "Man, I really get it" So what the fuck do y'all want?
I could have a seizure like Wayne I could just go OD like Peep I could just go crazy like 'Ye I could just get locked up like Meek I could just go sell out like Jay I could just stay real like Kweli I could just get money like Drake Or I could just say that I'm done playing games and get famous and know that I always stayed me So go ahead and bump the mumble rap Don't boycott it, just understand If you eat at McDonald's, you're gonna get fat If you listen to garbage, your head fills with trash Get drunk in the club, and spend all of your money 'Cause rappers have told you it makes you somebody Then comment on this with your jealous shit I'll be doing me for the helluvit
For the helluvit (x2)
They said to go to hell, so I packed my shit and went with it Little did they know that they put me in my element I'm fired to the bone, now diamonds in my skeleton I'm finally in my zone, doing me, for the helluvit
For the helluvit (x2)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
