(Yuh, cult shit, MFNF, Based Negative)
(Make family, not friends, hahahahaha!)
I be listenin' to BONES, I be listenin' to Sy
You be listenin' to hoes
Pissin' in your clothes, everlong in your woes
Get the fuck from round my home, i'ma hit 'em with the hose
clways tryna tell me something you think I don't know
cin't no competition cause I ain't afraid of ghosts
He want me to name a track, I be like ""I don't know""
Smokin' bread, spent his last dollar on a tricomb
Know he bound to fail, talkin' bout ""I want my life back""
Shit get real when you movin' down the right path
Really that kid, like my eyes on a iPad
Stay on top, give a fuck 'bout a climax
Get them drugs out my face, you know I ain't tryna try that
Half you rappers suck and your life worth a dimesack
Stay up on my porch with a rifle and a rice hat
cll your shit forced, you on your Vanilla Ice swag
My soul ain't for sale, Beamy God don't got a price tag
Every time I make a band, kinda feel like crack
Bitch I'm on the stage, pandering to all the white trash
The beat go at least this hard, then I might rap
Every time I step inside the club, I see coke fiends, dope fiends
I don't even smoke weed, fasho keepin' my nose clean
I do my dance in the spot, freaky like a rope tease
I hit the game from the back till I give it goatse
I be listenin' to CXRPSE, I be listenin' to Ghostie
The gang smoke top shelf gas till it choke me
You pussies sendin' threats through the phone like Obie
In your driveway, slashin' 24s like Kobe
I be listenin' to BONES, I be listenin' to Sy
You be listenin' to hoes
Pissin' in your clothes, everlong in your woes
Get the fuck from round my home, i'ma hit 'em with the hose
clways tryna tell me something you think I don't know
cin't no competition cause I ain't afraid of ghosts
He want me to name a track, I be like ""I don't know""
Smokin' bread, spent his last dollar on a tricomb
Know he bound to fail, talkin' bout ""I want my life back""
Shit get real when you movin' down the right path
Really that kid, like my eyes on a iPad
Stay on top, give a fuck 'bout a climax
Really with the shits, i'ma give y'all sepsis
Stay on top and you just gotta accept it
Really that kid, baby bottle for my respite
Beamy God eat lost souls for my breakfast
(Make family, not friends, hahahahahahaha!)
I want my life back
I want my life back