[ Featuring Intrepid Intellect ]
Wstlnd, Third Eye
Sick of the pity parties, this shit's alarming when haters who
Want respect but its dues they're disregarding, making moves
Better recognize that we done made a few, paid the way
Say amazing grace before take ya food, breaking through
Breaking down fake facades I find it kind of odd
You think you've been a boss but all you do is complain and boo
Lazy, you just wine and cry that's why we ain't afraid of you
Hide behind your keyboard you weak dorks, we hater proof
First off, let me say I aint got no rank
I'm very thankful, don't act like my shit don't stank
But I also don't act like I dont know why
My shit is dry if there aint no work ethic to be applied
No I don't piss and cry and bitch and moan up in the corner
If I see if it, if I need it, go and get it cuz I wanna
No hidden agendas, the people they know my persona (They know me)
I keep it the realest, I got illest, ask ya momma
Go ask your mom and your pops what they think of your public persona (Sit down boy)
I bet they'd say they raised you better and they aint really to fond of
You popping off at the jaw every-time you aint brought up
In the discussion of who is popping and who hustling the hardest
'Stead of plotting on the low, about how to improve the product
You caught up in the game of pointing blame, man that's your problem
Better keep it on the low and quit with that shit you talking (Shut the f*ck up)
'Else this Wasteland aint really some place you should be lost in
Better know your role, stay inside your lane
Don't wanna hear you whine, I don't wanna hear complaints
Just hold your own, just pull your weight
But all you do is bitch and moan and it's driving me insane
Better know your role, stay inside your lane
Don't wanna hear you whine, I don't wanna hear complaints
Just hold your own, just pull your weight
But all you do is bitch and moan and it's driving me insane, so insane aye
Wstlnd, Squad Squad
They always hit me with the same type rigmarole
Playing the victim like, Dawg hey aint hearing me though
The sound engineer a hater, and the crowd was too old
They might've shown more love if the track wasn't so low
But all these If, And's & But's is really starting to get old
You need to ask your self, What the f*ck you do this for
Why you invested in a life that you aint paid a penny towards
Then get mad when you can't earn a penny for your thoughts
Nobody feels me, nobody knows the real me, nobody trying to hear me
No we clearly hear you whining, you appear to appear two seconds from a crying-
Live stream confession you're considering retiring
Good please do, get to stepping, don't remind me
For 29th time your album dropped, I'm not buying
Anything your selling who the hell you think lying
To, we know this really isn't you when you be rhyming
The problem is an internet popularity contest
Honestly I don't to be you hoping your on next
You be coaxing me, I'm openly addressing your complex
But it's never enough, you be forever out with your palms stretched
No disrespect, but I respect myself
Get out of character and snivel when my record don't sell
I just tripled the effort, this heat gonna trigger the melt
I aint hating but lately this is the shit that I felt
Better know your role, stay inside your lane
Don't wanna hear you whine, I don't wanna hear complaints
Just hold your own, just pull your weight
But all you do is bitch and moan and it's driving me insane
Better know your role, stay inside your lane
Don't wanna hear you whine, I don't wanna hear complaints
Just hold your own, just pull your weight
But all you do is bitch and moan and it's driving me insane, so insane aye
Wstlnd, Squad Squad
