You ain't shit
Your momma ain't shit
Your daddy ain't shit
You'll never be shit
You ain't shit
You ain't shit
Bitch I got so much bread, it won't fold down
Bitch I got enough rounds for a full around
I'm too original, they gon' steal the whole sound
I promise that I got enough swag to go 'round
I don't even know what it means, fuck a packdown
Why everyone and they momma just tryna rap now
Swear none this shit hard, swear none this shit hard
Swear none this shit hard
Swear y'all hear for the stim
Derivative victims of the bullshit
Tryna find something new, I want my face blown off
See somebody else do it so you can fake your sauce
Like fuck it, I'm pullin' out all the stops
Bitch I'm runnin' shit in all kind of styles
Look into my eyes hoe, I won't tell a lie though
Leave these internet rappers all in a pile
See me stuntin' I vomit out all the bile
Feel my brain cells die every time I give a chance
Every time I try clickin' on the bio
Guess it's just my old age, think that I know
2016 OG, feel like Kyle
Beamy never gettin' too comfortable
Think i'mma leave a underdog in the undertow
See you don't gotta be the man just to run the show
I stay slept on but I'm startin' to love it though
Your swag pre-made like a fuckin' lunchable
You got your ass out, you look like a bum fasho
You worth a line of wock, you worth a bump of coke
You let's go ass lookin' ass dumbass hoe
I put a drank sippin' wage slave in a fuckin' grave
You put a stain on my damn day, you should be ashamed
In the scene creating young fiends
In the world I got dumb reach, stayin' off that dumb feed
Yo twin let me hold two dollars, I got tracks and I got clout that make you holler
I got accolades make a motherfucker swallow
Come and ride with the gang till your soul so hollow
Tryna find something new, I want my face blown off
See somebody else do it so you can fake your sauce
Like fuck it, I'm pullin' out all the stops
Like fuck it, I'm takin' everybody job
Bitch I got so much bread, it won't fold down
Bitch I got enough rounds for a full around
I'm too original, they gon' steal the whole sound
I promise that I got enough swag to go 'round
Bitch I'm runnin' shit in all kind of styles
Look into my eyes hoe, I won't tell a lie though
Leave these internet rappers all in a pile
See me stuntin' I vomit out all the bile
Feel my brain cells die every time I give a chance
Every time I try clickin' on the bio
Guess it's just my old age, think that I know
2016 OG, feel like Kyle
(Make Family Not Friends)