Alright Imma keep this shit slow
Just to show some clowns how to really stay in the zone
Lets start with an order of alphabetics
A little bit of phonetics
I aint even misogynistic
But Bhad Bhabie cut the lisp-spit shit
Laughin during that interview on no jump
Dumb hoe bout broke my f*ckin eardrum
I can sit here all day
And pick apart the shit you say
To adam22
But I'd much rather leave a skank ass split in two
When I walk up into the booth
"Cash me ousside"
Hoe whats 2 + 2
Bitch try and divide
Try and decide if I move x to the left side
Add over three and multiply
Whats equal to y
Take an english class
And eat the fruit that the educational system afforded you
Can't even do this shit
Callin' out wannabe thug slash kid
Do you even know how to spell bitch
It seems to be 90 percent of your vocab
Is thot, rat, and fat stacks
Please just dont hurt the genre with your crap
I respect you to a certain degree for him
He helped me find music as my tentacion
So do what that man carried out to do
Like hear me out w honesty
I can hear Lil Yachty's boat beginnin to leak
He's startin' to sink
You see bb
It ain't you
Its them too
Almost every motherf*ckin' member of your crew
Ya'll actin like theres nothin to this music
Like we wake up, put on our nikes, get in the studio, and just do it
But why dont you take your passion and use it
To take the f*cked up world and put some positivity into it
And if you already do
Then great
Dont change
I dont wanna be confusing
I'll open up right now
There isn't shit to it
The only reason im bringin' that hate
Is cuz in my current state
Rap is the only thing from stopping a bullet to the stem of my brain
This pen to the page
Laborin away
24 hours a day
Puttin' my all into these words I say
I spend my time dreaming
That maybe Dre, or Mr. Iovine will come seeking
And then they'll see
That white Hoosier containing
All these bruises
Never retaining
And immunity to scrutiny
I know thats what I wanna do for me
Or I could switch to that depression zone
Perks of a f*cked up frontal lobe
Trials and tribulations
Of tryna focus on what I'm sayin'
Runnin' through the paces over what's at stake
But I guarantee that train'll still be late
You see thats all it takes
A little transperency
And maybe have a positive affect on those who see
The lyrics that you are hiding from we
Because all we want is someone to show love
Not make bird noises and make our car go bump bump
Lil pump you a lil fag
Put a bitch boy in a Gucci body bag
Wouldnt want his clothes to drag
Or his body to sag
It f*ckin' kills me
People eat up these melodic beats
And call the artists rappers
So the moronic actions never cease
You're A is my B
So lets just C
Who all is gonna keep up with me
Cuz this attendee
Is mind bending
And body sending
Hammurabi ending
When it'll be fare youre lending
Whos really the next up
Ya'll keep claiming its every single one
And to be honest I'm f*ckin done
Putting up with the bullshit I hear
Bout to go in one and come out the other ear
Lemme show you how we do it
Then youll see the shit I've been brewin'
Triple like the ozone
F*ckin bozo doesnt know
Which flow he owns
So he goes
"Yo bro
Lemme get a hoe
Rings for fingers and my toes
Make em gold
Just be sure the plating doesnt show
That way no one will ever know
That I never stole the show"
And there you go
Thats every single person you givin a million to
Atlantic Records they know what the f*ck to do
Cuz its easy to make money off a f*ckin' fool
At this point I'm self produced
But the squeeze is worth the juice
I ain't got shit to lose
You all accept people with hair full of rainbow paint
Shoutout to the lockup 6ix9ine
Bitch convice me you aint fake
Your bars are weak and under load they break
I could incorporate higher concepts
Leave you in a smoke of stanky dank
This game wont be the first to have came
Cuz its thirstin' and achin'
So the bed I'll be breakin'
Leave it jerkin' and shakin'
While the others are murkin' and aimin'
Tryna prove to the daddies they never had
That they blabbin' and they really bad
Newsflash you f*ckin' idiot
Your crew's past and you in last with the shit
So you gonna sit in it
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Alright Imma keep this shit slow
Just to show some clowns how to really stay in the zone
Lets start with an order of alphabetics
A little bit of phonetics
I aint even misogynistic
But Bhad Bhabie cut the lisp-spit shit
Laughin during that interview on no jump
Dumb hoe bout broke my f*ckin eardrum
I can sit here all day
And pick apart the shit you say
To adam22
But I'd much rather leave a skank ass split in two
When I walk up into the booth
"Cash me ousside"
Hoe whats 2 + 2
Bitch try and divide
Try and decide if I move x to the left side
Add over three and multiply
Whats equal to y
Take an english class
And eat the fruit that the educational system afforded you
Can't even do this shit
Callin' out wannabe thug slash kid
Do you even know how to spell bitch
It seems to be 90 percent of your vocab
Is thot, rat, and fat stacks
Please just dont hurt the genre with your crap
I respect you to a certain degree for him
He helped me find music as my tentacion
So do what that man carried out to do
Like hear me out w honesty
I can hear Lil Yachty's boat beginnin to leak
He's startin' to sink
You see bb
It ain't you
Its them too
Almost every motherf*ckin' member of your crew
Ya'll actin like theres nothin to this music
Like we wake up, put on our nikes, get in the studio, and just do it
But why dont you take your passion and use it
To take the f*cked up world and put some positivity into it
And if you already do
Then great
Dont change
I dont wanna be confusing
I'll open up right now
There isn't shit to it
The only reason im bringin' that hate
Is cuz in my current state
Rap is the only thing from stopping a bullet to the stem of my brain
This pen to the page
Laborin away
24 hours a day
Puttin' my all into these words I say
I spend my time dreaming
That maybe Dre, or Mr. Iovine will come seeking
And then they'll see
That white Hoosier containing
All these bruises
Never retaining
And immunity to scrutiny
I know thats what I wanna do for me
Or I could switch to that depression zone
Perks of a f*cked up frontal lobe
Trials and tribulations
Of tryna focus on what I'm sayin'
Runnin' through the paces over what's at stake
But I guarantee that train'll still be late
You see thats all it takes
A little transperency
And maybe have a positive affect on those who see
The lyrics that you are hiding from we
Because all we want is someone to show love
Not make bird noises and make our car go bump bump
Lil pump you a lil fag
Put a bitch boy in a Gucci body bag
Wouldnt want his clothes to drag
Or his body to sag
It f*ckin' kills me
People eat up these melodic beats
And call the artists rappers
So the moronic actions never cease
You're A is my B
So lets just C
Who all is gonna keep up with me
Cuz this attendee
Is mind bending
And body sending
Hammurabi ending
When it'll be fare youre lending
Whos really the next up
Ya'll keep claiming its every single one
And to be honest I'm f*ckin done
Putting up with the bullshit I hear
Bout to go in one and come out the other ear
Lemme show you how we do it
Then youll see the shit I've been brewin'
Triple like the ozone
F*ckin bozo doesnt know
Which flow he owns
So he goes
"Yo bro
Lemme get a hoe
Rings for fingers and my toes
Make em gold
Just be sure the plating doesnt show
That way no one will ever know
That I never stole the show"
And there you go
Thats every single person you givin a million to
Atlantic Records they know what the f*ck to do
Cuz its easy to make money off a f*ckin' fool
At this point I'm self produced
But the squeeze is worth the juice
I ain't got shit to lose
You all accept people with hair full of rainbow paint
Shoutout to the lockup 6ix9ine
Bitch convice me you aint fake
Your bars are weak and under load they break
I could incorporate higher concepts
Leave you in a smoke of stanky dank
This game wont be the first to have came
Cuz its thirstin' and achin'
So the bed I'll be breakin'
Leave it jerkin' and shakin'
While the others are murkin' and aimin'
Tryna prove to the daddies they never had
That they blabbin' and they really bad
Newsflash you f*ckin' idiot
Your crew's past and you in last with the shit
So you gonna sit in it
Just to show some clowns how to really stay in the zone
Lets start with an order of alphabetics
A little bit of phonetics
I aint even misogynistic
But Bhad Bhabie cut the lisp-spit shit
Laughin during that interview on no jump
Dumb hoe bout broke my f*ckin eardrum
I can sit here all day
And pick apart the shit you say
To adam22
But I'd much rather leave a skank ass split in two
When I walk up into the booth
"Cash me ousside"
Hoe whats 2 + 2
Bitch try and divide
Try and decide if I move x to the left side
Add over three and multiply
Whats equal to y
Take an english class
And eat the fruit that the educational system afforded you
Can't even do this shit
Callin' out wannabe thug slash kid
Do you even know how to spell bitch
It seems to be 90 percent of your vocab
Is thot, rat, and fat stacks
Please just dont hurt the genre with your crap
I respect you to a certain degree for him
He helped me find music as my tentacion
So do what that man carried out to do
Like hear me out w honesty
I can hear Lil Yachty's boat beginnin to leak
He's startin' to sink
You see bb
It ain't you
Its them too
Almost every motherf*ckin' member of your crew
Ya'll actin like theres nothin to this music
Like we wake up, put on our nikes, get in the studio, and just do it
But why dont you take your passion and use it
To take the f*cked up world and put some positivity into it
And if you already do
Then great
Dont change
I dont wanna be confusing
I'll open up right now
There isn't shit to it
The only reason im bringin' that hate
Is cuz in my current state
Rap is the only thing from stopping a bullet to the stem of my brain
This pen to the page
Laborin away
24 hours a day
Puttin' my all into these words I say
I spend my time dreaming
That maybe Dre, or Mr. Iovine will come seeking
And then they'll see
That white Hoosier containing
All these bruises
Never retaining
And immunity to scrutiny
I know thats what I wanna do for me
Or I could switch to that depression zone
Perks of a f*cked up frontal lobe
Trials and tribulations
Of tryna focus on what I'm sayin'
Runnin' through the paces over what's at stake
But I guarantee that train'll still be late
You see thats all it takes
A little transperency
And maybe have a positive affect on those who see
The lyrics that you are hiding from we
Because all we want is someone to show love
Not make bird noises and make our car go bump bump
Lil pump you a lil fag
Put a bitch boy in a Gucci body bag
Wouldnt want his clothes to drag
Or his body to sag
It f*ckin' kills me
People eat up these melodic beats
And call the artists rappers
So the moronic actions never cease
You're A is my B
So lets just C
Who all is gonna keep up with me
Cuz this attendee
Is mind bending
And body sending
Hammurabi ending
When it'll be fare youre lending
Whos really the next up
Ya'll keep claiming its every single one
And to be honest I'm f*ckin done
Putting up with the bullshit I hear
Bout to go in one and come out the other ear
Lemme show you how we do it
Then youll see the shit I've been brewin'
Triple like the ozone
F*ckin bozo doesnt know
Which flow he owns
So he goes
"Yo bro
Lemme get a hoe
Rings for fingers and my toes
Make em gold
Just be sure the plating doesnt show
That way no one will ever know
That I never stole the show"
And there you go
Thats every single person you givin a million to
Atlantic Records they know what the f*ck to do
Cuz its easy to make money off a f*ckin' fool
At this point I'm self produced
But the squeeze is worth the juice
I ain't got shit to lose
You all accept people with hair full of rainbow paint
Shoutout to the lockup 6ix9ine
Bitch convice me you aint fake
Your bars are weak and under load they break
I could incorporate higher concepts
Leave you in a smoke of stanky dank
This game wont be the first to have came
Cuz its thirstin' and achin'
So the bed I'll be breakin'
Leave it jerkin' and shakin'
While the others are murkin' and aimin'
Tryna prove to the daddies they never had
That they blabbin' and they really bad
Newsflash you f*ckin' idiot
Your crew's past and you in last with the shit
So you gonna sit in it
Writer: Caden Sheets
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid