歌词
My boy nick told me get the ****
So let's have a funeral
Roses graves and a coffin' black clothing man
It's so beautiful making music daily never stuck up
In the cubical nervous as **** biting my nails down
To the cuticles **** the game up busting
Outa ***** imma demon
A phoenix and get to beating
These beats 'til they ****ing
Screaming in class I was sleepin'
I was dreamin' fantasizing
Of my ***** and size arena and venus but huh pants
Wet then I wake up mama said to shape up bullys told
Me to pay up but I was concerned with music and gettin'
My take up used to not have friends now when the hoes
They say wait up uh but I guess it's just what success
Bring hoes who blew me off now the same hoes I'm texting
Shows every weekend microphone testing everybody google
Me type in the next best thing yeah I'm not mac miller
Believe me champion on the mic find me on a box of
Wheaties I dare you to compare me to mac ill take a
Pc and shove it in your ass till your spitting out
Your feces uh and if that don't stop the comparisons
I'm am take every mc and just 'embarrass him every fan
Will stare at him watching me as I carry him to the
Cemetery I'm a ma ****in' burry him
Uh but enough of all
This violent **** I'm kickin' back with a joint and I'm
High the **** uh I can't spit it again
I'm grind till I
Die or on twitter I trend you wanna learn to spit rewind
It back and listen again get a couple note books and
Like 5 or 6 pens but just know I can't be copied when
The mics in my hand I said just know I can't be copied
When the mics in my hand so look uh man at this point
I'm just rambling I got a date with destiny but she
Don't feel like answering I don't know how much longer
I can go with that ***** canceling she's the reason
I smoke until I look like I speak mandarin' uh and that
Probably sounded racist but for my future sake let
Me apologize to Asians I wanna taste the good life
'Cause what I'm eating's tasteless and my momas a nurse
But unlike her I ain't got patients uh so hurry up it's
An 'emergency since the days of my nursery I was rippin'
It verbally personally spitting these metaphors and
Hyperboles I suggest that you get your ears checked
If you ain't heard of me 'cause I do it perfectly the
Furthest from your average teen maybe that explains
Why all these ***y ladies added me asking can you rap
For me but they just used to laugh at me another rapper
Better call me an artist painting his master piece
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