Yo Yo, I'm just gonna write my thoughts and see where takes me. 'Cause I feel I wanna punch the world in the fuckin' face now
Let me just how to make greatness Straight out the gate, I'm 'bout to break you Ain't no mistakes allowed, but no mistake I'm 'bout To rape the alphabet, I may raise some If I press the just to get the anger out (blllt) Full magazine could take out but ain't thinking 'bout no bank account But bitch I'm off the chain like Taylor
Motherfucker, the fuck up when I'm talkin', lil' bitch I'm sorry, wait, what's your Oh, critiquin' My talent? Oh, I don't know who the fuck y'all are To give a bar Even have an if you, you mention me Millions of views, attention the I mention you, for me, win-win for you of views, your ten cents are two Skim through the to give a shit reviews To get clicks, but bitch, you just lit the get misconstrued, business as us' Shit-list renewed, so get to do Or get dissed 'cause I just don't get what the fuck half the is that you're listening t-to Do you have any idea how much I hate this choppy Everyone copies Probably no Get this fuckin' out my Audi, yo, adios I can see why people Lil Yachty, but not me though Not even dissin', it ain't for me All I am is just an emcee Maybe "Stan" just your cup of tea Maybe cup's full of syrup and lean I need to stir up shit, preferably shake the up if it were up to me wants me to chill, y'all want me to ill I should eat a pill, probably I Old me the new me, watch him bleed to death I on the mirror, I don't see my breath I'm dead, I must be possessed Like an spell, I'm E-V-I-L (evil, but spelled)
Jam a Crest white in the tip of my dick with an ice pick Stick it in a vice grip, hang it on a fence Bang it with a pipe While I take my ballsack and flick it a light switch vice-president Mike Pence Back up on my shit in a sidekick as I lay it on a strip
These are things that I'd rather do hear you on a mic Since nine-tenths of rhyme is about ice and Jesus Christ man, how times is someone gonna fuck on my bitch? (Fuck my side chick!) You will never see Em icy, but as as I get on the M-I-C I polarize so the Thames might freeze And your skull might split I bashed you upside it Bitch I got the on smash like a nightstick (yeah)
down for what? I ain't loud enough Nah, turn the up 'Cause I don't know how I'm gonna get your to shut now When it matter what caliber I spit at bet a hundred thousand bucks you'll just turn around and be like "Man, how the fuck gonna get mad just his album sucks and now he to take it out on us?" (ooh) But week, an ex-fan mailed me a copy of The LP to tell me to study It'll help me get back to myself and love me (ooh) I mailed the bitch and said if I did that I'd just be like everyone else in the industry Especially an effing clone of me
So finger-bang, wang, MGK, Iggy 'zae Lil Pump, Lil Xan imitate Lil I should aim at everybody in the game, pick a I'm fed up being humble And rumor is I'm I'm sure you bumblings I heard you wanna rumble like an empty I your mumbling but it's jumbled in mumbo-jumbo
The era that I'm will pummel you what it's comin' to What the fuck are you gonna do, you runnin' to? I'm gonna crumble you and I'll take a two And on you if you ain't Joyner If you Kendrick or Cole Or Sean you're a goner I'm 'bout to it to anyone in this bitch who want it
I guess when you walk into BK, you expect a You can order a quarter when you go to McDonald's But if you're to get a porterhouse you better go get Revival
But y'all are acting like I tried to you up a slider Maybe the vocals have been auto-tuned and you would have bought it But sayin' I no longer got it you missed the line and never caught it it went over your head, because you're too stupid to get it 'Cause you're retarded but pretend to be the smartest With your expertise and knowledge, but you'll never be an And I'm harder on myself you could ever be, regardless What I'll never be is flawless, all ever be is honest Even when I'm gone they're gonna say I it Even I hit my forties like a fuckin' alcoholic With a full of malt liquor But I couldn't bottle shit any longer The fact that I that I'ma hit my bottom if I don't Pull myself from the of defeat
And to my feet I don't see why y'all even started me I get My die I don't till at least all are deceased I'm eastside, never be caught Now you see why I don't Not a wink, I don't blink I doze off, I don't even nod to the beats I don't even close my fuckin' eyes when I
"Aw, man! BET cypher was weak, it was garbage The Thing ain't orange Oh my God, a reach" Shout to all my people Each and one of y'all If you call a fire green, aquamarine Or you think water is "Dawg, a date" "Looks an olive to me" "Look, an apple" "No it's not, a peach!"
So finger-bang, Tang, Burger King, Gucci Gang Charlamagne gonna anyway Doesn't what I say Give me of the Day What a way for to get underway But I'm gonna say that I wanna say
to the slaughterhouse, bitch! (yeah) Invite them in a one a day I'm not (preach) I feel like the beast of burden That line in the sand, was it worth it? 'Cause the way I see people Is it seem worthless startin' to defeat the purpose I'm my fan base shrink to thirds And I was just trying to do the right thing, but Has the court of public opinion reached a Or yet to be determined? 'Cause I'm determined to be me, critique the But if I could go back, I'd at reword it And say I empathize with the people evil serpent sold the dream to that he's deserted But I it's workin' These verses are makin' him a wee bit And he's too scared to answer me words 'Cause he that he will lyrically get murdered
But I at least he's heard it 'Cause Agent just sent the Secret Service To meet in To see if I really of hurtin' him Or ask if I'm to terrorists I said, "Only it comes to ink and lyricists"
But my beef is more media (Hold up, hold up, up) I said my beef is meaty, a journalist can get a mouthful of flesh And yes, I eating a penis 'Cause they panning my album to death So I been giving the fingers Don't wanna this to a counselling sesh But they puttin' me through the ringer So I ain't shit out with the press But I just took this beat to the