When shit hit the fan, I can tell that you askin' ultimatums
It goes hand to hand, with the same old talk of truck Mercedes
Cancel culture finally woke up and they went and got the baby
Ain't this life crazy, they got me in HD They write message on the wall, now she feel like she amazing
The gram got her actin' up and now you mad she had a baby
You was thinkin' what it could've been, but you boxed the conversation
Someone tell the haters, yeah, yeah
Someone tell the haters, yeah, yeah
He call himself the rap god in which I laugh and cook some bacon
You can hide your hair, young man, but I can see the faces
You can wear a chain, young man, but I can see the pain in both your eyes when you lie about the fact
That you're famous
The water is deep, the hill is steep, a jeep is by the weenie streets
Regardless, Benny play heat, we feed the homeless
Weed the people, problems, millions of weeks of the time that I spent
And then I delete an album, back to the booth And then I repeat the process
Least I got options, huh, least I got options, huh, least I got options, yeah, yeah
Least I got options, huh, least I got options
Someone tell the haters, yeah
Someone tell the haters, yeah, yeah Someone tell the haters, yeah, yeah
Someone tell the haters, yeah, yeah
It's a lick if I see them in person
You can talk about the streets that you run with the hearses
You cannot play me no beats and avoid any verses
Bitches go to church on Sunday just to leave it cursin
It's sad to see the drugs they take just to fill your life sometimes
And when you're face to face with things that bring you down
Sometimes your heart can ache, I hope and pray you gain the strength to come around
Sometimes, around sometimes, around sometimes, yeah
It's been on my mental, it's f*cked up, and I know that
Most people that check themselves into therapy don't go back
Most people still f*ck with me since the jump, and they show that
Most people still f*ck with me since the what, and they show that, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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When shit hit the fan, I can tell that you askin' ultimatums
It goes hand to hand, with the same old talk of truck Mercedes
Cancel culture finally woke up and they went and got the baby
Ain't this life crazy, they got me in HD They write message on the wall, now she feel like she amazing
The gram got her actin' up and now you mad she had a baby
You was thinkin' what it could've been, but you boxed the conversation
Someone tell the haters, yeah, yeah
Someone tell the haters, yeah, yeah
He call himself the rap god in which I laugh and cook some bacon
You can hide your hair, young man, but I can see the faces
You can wear a chain, young man, but I can see the pain in both your eyes when you lie about the fact
That you're famous
The water is deep, the hill is steep, a jeep is by the weenie streets
Regardless, Benny play heat, we feed the homeless
Weed the people, problems, millions of weeks of the time that I spent
And then I delete an album, back to the booth And then I repeat the process
Least I got options, huh, least I got options, huh, least I got options, yeah, yeah
Least I got options, huh, least I got options
Someone tell the haters, yeah
Someone tell the haters, yeah, yeah Someone tell the haters, yeah, yeah
Someone tell the haters, yeah, yeah
It's a lick if I see them in person
You can talk about the streets that you run with the hearses
You cannot play me no beats and avoid any verses
Bitches go to church on Sunday just to leave it cursin
It's sad to see the drugs they take just to fill your life sometimes
And when you're face to face with things that bring you down
Sometimes your heart can ache, I hope and pray you gain the strength to come around
Sometimes, around sometimes, around sometimes, yeah
It's been on my mental, it's f*cked up, and I know that
Most people that check themselves into therapy don't go back
Most people still f*ck with me since the jump, and they show that
Most people still f*ck with me since the what, and they show that, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It goes hand to hand, with the same old talk of truck Mercedes
Cancel culture finally woke up and they went and got the baby
Ain't this life crazy, they got me in HD They write message on the wall, now she feel like she amazing
The gram got her actin' up and now you mad she had a baby
You was thinkin' what it could've been, but you boxed the conversation
Someone tell the haters, yeah, yeah
Someone tell the haters, yeah, yeah
He call himself the rap god in which I laugh and cook some bacon
You can hide your hair, young man, but I can see the faces
You can wear a chain, young man, but I can see the pain in both your eyes when you lie about the fact
That you're famous
The water is deep, the hill is steep, a jeep is by the weenie streets
Regardless, Benny play heat, we feed the homeless
Weed the people, problems, millions of weeks of the time that I spent
And then I delete an album, back to the booth And then I repeat the process
Least I got options, huh, least I got options, huh, least I got options, yeah, yeah
Least I got options, huh, least I got options
Someone tell the haters, yeah
Someone tell the haters, yeah, yeah Someone tell the haters, yeah, yeah
Someone tell the haters, yeah, yeah
It's a lick if I see them in person
You can talk about the streets that you run with the hearses
You cannot play me no beats and avoid any verses
Bitches go to church on Sunday just to leave it cursin
It's sad to see the drugs they take just to fill your life sometimes
And when you're face to face with things that bring you down
Sometimes your heart can ache, I hope and pray you gain the strength to come around
Sometimes, around sometimes, around sometimes, yeah
It's been on my mental, it's f*cked up, and I know that
Most people that check themselves into therapy don't go back
Most people still f*ck with me since the jump, and they show that
Most people still f*ck with me since the what, and they show that, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer: Benjamin Price
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