Putting my mind in a shredding machine
I keep to myself, but I'm betting you’ll scream
When you see me and I'm feeling the dream
You better not come back and sleep on me

Thinking you deserve what I do for free
Winking at me like I'm a white chick, please
Ask me again for a beat, I’m gonna bring
The register, but even I won't check you out, ever


I got on defense so fast a forgot
To buy vinyl for the fence that I sought
Guess I was too busy spinning it and hearing it
I tried to pick it and didn't fence serious

I only send out my tracks to Genius
Because one sat down and wrote the lyrics
And if you'd take the time and sat down for it
That frown wouldn't be as sad as your music

Why does everyone want to rap
And then all the sudden, they get bored with that
Bored with that, man who is wack
You for quitting, or me for spitting?


To me it sounds like a whole lotta jealousy
To me that sound really just compels me
And what do you want me to say? Hey, wow!
No! You should learn how to pay, pal

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