Yo Yo, I'm just gonna write my thoughts and see this takes me. 'Cause I feel like I wanna punch the in the face right now
Let me explain how to make greatness Straight out the gate, I'm 'bout to you down Ain't no mistakes allowed, but make no I'm 'bout To rape the alphabet, I may raise some If I press the issue just to get the out (blllt) magazine could take Staples out Savage but ain't thinking no bank account But bitch I'm off the like Taylor Brown
Motherfucker, shut the fuck up when I'm talkin', lil' I'm sorry, wait, what's your Oh, critiquin' My talent? Oh, bitch I don't who the fuck y'all are To a sub-par bar Even have an opinion if you, you me Millions of views, the news I mention you, lose-lose for me, for you of views, your ten cents are two Skim through the music to a shit reviews To get clicks, but bitch, you lit the fuse get misconstrued, business as us' Shit-list renewed, so get to do Or get dissed 'cause I just get what the fuck half the shit is that you're listening t-to Do you have any idea how I hate this choppy flow Everyone copies though? no Get this fuckin' audio out my Audi, yo, I can see why people Lil Yachty, but not me though Not even dissin', it just for me All I am simply is just an Maybe "Stan" isn't your cup of tea your cup's full of syrup and lean Maybe I to stir up shit, preferably shake the up if it were up to me Paul wants me to chill, y'all me to ill I eat a pill, probably I will Old me kill the new me, watch him to death I breathe on the mirror, I see my breath Possibly I'm dead, I must be Like an evil spell, I'm (evil, but spelled)
Jam a Crest white strip in the tip of my dick with an ice Stick it in a vice grip, hang it on a fence Bang it a pipe wrench While I my ballsack and flick it like a light switch Like Mike Pence Back up on my shit in a sidekick as I lay it on a spike
are things that I'd rather do than hear you on a mic Since nine-tenths of your is about ice and Jesus man, how many times is someone gonna fuck on my bitch? (Fuck my side chick!) You will never see Em icy, but as cold as I get on the I polarize shit so the Thames might And your skull might split I bashed you upside it Bitch I got the on smash like a nightstick (yeah)
Turn down for what? I ain't loud Nah, turn the up I don't know how I'm gonna get your mouths to shut now When it doesn't matter caliber I spit at I'll bet a thousand bucks you'll just around and just be like "Man, how the fuck sourpuss get mad 'cause his album sucks and now he wants to it out on us?" (ooh) But week, an mailed me a copy of The Mathers LP to tell me to study It'll help me get back to myself and love me (ooh) I mailed the back and said if I did that I'd just be like else in the fucking industry an effing Recovery clone of me
So finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, 'zae Lil Pump, Lil Xan imitate Lil I should aim at everybody in the game, pick a I'm fed up with humble And is I'm hungry I'm sure you heard I heard you wanna rumble like an empty I heard your mumbling but jumbled in mumbo-jumbo
The era that I'm from will you That's what comin' to What the are you gonna do, where you runnin' to? I'm gonna crumble you and take a number two And on you if you ain't Joyner If you ain't or Cole Or Sean you're a goner I'm 'bout to bring it to anyone in this bitch who it
I guess when you walk BK, you expect a Whopper You can order a quarter pounder when you go to But if you're lookin' to get a porterhouse you go get Revival
But y'all are acting I tried to serve you up a slider Maybe the should have been auto-tuned and you would have bought it But sayin' I no got it 'cause you missed the line and never caught it 'Cause it went your head, because you're too stupid to get it 'Cause you're mentally retarded but to be the smartest With expertise and knowledge, but you'll never be an artist And I'm on myself than you could ever be, regardless What never be is flawless, all I'll ever be is honest Even I'm gone they're gonna say I brought it Even when I hit my forties a fuckin' alcoholic a bottle full of malt liquor But I couldn't bottle this any longer The fact that I know I'ma hit my bottom if I don't Pull myself from the jaws of
And to my feet I don't see why y'all even with me I get My die I don't ceasefire till at least all are I'm eastside, be caught slippin' Now you see why I don't Not a wink, I don't blink I don't doze off, I don't even nod to the I don't close my fuckin' eyes when I sneeze
"Aw, man! That BET was weak, it was garbage The Thing even orange Oh my God, a reach" Shout to all my colorblind Each and one of y'all If you call a fire engine green, Or you water is pink "Dawg, a date" "Looks like an to me" "Look, an apple" "No it's not, a peach!"
So finger-bang, Pootie Tang, King, Gucci Gang Charlamagne gonna hate Doesn't matter I say me Donkey of the Day What a way for to get underway But I'm gonna say everything I wanna say
to the slaughterhouse, bitch! (yeah) Invite them in a one a day I'm not (preach) 'Cause I feel like the beast of That in the sand, was it even worth it? 'Cause the way I see people Is it seem worthless startin' to defeat the purpose I'm watchin' my fan base shrink to And I was just trying to do the thing, but word Has the court of public reached a verdict Or yet to be determined? 'Cause I'm to be me, critique the worship 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 think it's verses are makin' him a wee bit nervous And too scared to answer me with words 'Cause he knows that he lyrically get murdered
But I know at least he's it 'Cause Agent Orange just sent the Secret To in person To see if I really think of him Or ask if I'm linked to I said, "Only it comes to ink and lyricists"
But my beef is more journalists (Hold up, up, hold up) I said my is more meaty, a journalist can get a mouthful of flesh And yes, I mean eating a 'Cause they been my album to death So I been the media fingers Don't turn this to a counselling sesh But they puttin' me through the ringer So I ain't ironin' out with the press But I just took this to the cleaners