When you said that last time, I was kinda tripping, right But now, you right I am crazy But you know what else? I don’t Give a
Fuck about anything Skinny white child on the track But I’m threatening They don’t wanna let ‘em in They told me if I take it I’ll feel better like it’s medicine But I ain’t settling They tryna’ rush me like adrenaline
And Labels don’t reply so I can get a deal I’ve been itching for this shit, someone give me a benadryl I get hella skill Man, they worried that I never will Have success in bills Golden grills Making money like it’s seven mill Sorry I don’t give a fuck about this shit Man, I’ve been going overboard And now they jumping on the ship Man, they some hipocrites Pimpin butterflies, but in a chrysalis Ridiculous You kids want my mixtape as a Christmas gift Middle child, know I’m anything but in the middle bitch Man, I don’t give a shit I’m well behaved, and so articulate I’m the type to ask my fucking teacher for a syllabus Existential crisis every day I think I don’t exist
Chicken little, I’m a frying pan I’m a dying man Wake up every morning I’m gonna make a fucking diagram To find a plan To be the highest man in this giant land Rap so fucking hard, I think I’m injuring my diaphragm Ironman Think i’m Ironman Kids be putting fire emojis on my entire gram I’m a fireman Second grade teacher got me singing in the choir man and look at where I am I never thought I would acquire fans Acquire bands Say a bunch of random shit and rhyme it man That’s how much I do not give a fuck, let’s go to Ireland Hundred bands on the rubber bands to hold your fucking bands Listening to the cash register like your fucking jam
You don't understand, like a Republican, with a gun in his hand Saying that “Trump is the man to come with the plan”, living in wonderland That shit is a fucking scam Making America show that it’s dumb again
Damn
I mean, I had to hop on some political shit, you know what I’m saying I mean, I mean, why not I thought it was good Whatever
[Part 2]
Fuck a lawsuit Fuck a lawsuit (ayy) What it cost me, what it cost you (cost you) G-Gotta stop you, y’all are not cute (bitch) No need to argue, ‘cus I do not lose (bitch)
Who’s your momma, I need to know who taught you I need to ‘Call you believe but I'm sure that nobody believes you I’m making-I’m making music as soon as it’s done making money, you trying to review You gonna claim every verse on my album, are you gonna claim these too?
‘Cause I am independent you a little jealous And you’re skeptical of how I’m really selling You assuming that I can’t legit defend it I’ma send you out here with a prison sentence
Copyright abusing pricks, trying to profit off my music shit Little did you know that I am not afraid of you And so I will refuse to quit, you stupid bitch
Yall are bad for real, my shit got mass appeal. (Mass appeal!) Every song that I drop is an anthem you don’t really have to kneel Freestyle, you don’t have to steal Don’t like it? well you have to deal (Have to deal!) If I say it that it’s how I feel, it’s real I don’t pass no drills (Yeah) Plug called like we had a deal, man this shit ain’t daffodils. (Daffodils!) When it all comes at my door, get the toy like a happy meal If it does, then I have to kill, name a track that I haven’t killed (damn) When it comes to this shit, I’m a killer, red dot, and record man I have to chill
Yeah this a new wave Y’all are too late You say you gon’ start tomorrow, but tomorrow’s today I get-I get all these bags stuff ‘em in a suitcase You a thief, you just steal my shit like you was Boonk GangTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
