fuck do y'all niggas really want?
I went with realness instead
But all the real niggas I know
Yeah, I dropped the free EP for these
Niggas keep asking on whether this
I'm not trying to come hard,
That's why these older songs that
I used to make I'd release free
What's the point of rap if you can't be yourself,
I am not these other guys
I rap about my dick and talk
that's the fucking reason I'm doing it
So why does everyone have a prob
lem with talking stupid shit?
Like when you make out with
your best friend's baby sis
You know the one with short
hair you used to babysit?
(See, that's not even right)
You with a different girl like each
And kiss her while she's sleeping and
sneak out the front to catch a flight
It's just making up for fucks
I keep it wrapped until I meet
I ain't tryin' to have sons
All I wanted was some more
I said, "Baby, I'm okay," she said,
"Why you gotta act so strange?"
I said, "Baby, I'm okay," she said,
"Why you gotta act so strange?"
"Baby, I'm okay," she said,
"Why you gotta act so strange?"
I said, "Baby, I'm okay," she said,
"Why you gotta act so strange?"
Am I serious? I don't even know
Are you hearing this? This shit is laughable
I ain't trying, I'm doing,
these other rappers are foolish
I got fame, my A&R's a computer
Is there room in the game for
Who wears short-shorts and and
My nigga like, "I'd get you MTV if I could,
But Pitchfork only likes rappers
I ain't Curren$y, but if there ain't money
in my name please murder me
Sometimes I feel like I ain't
My mom loved to text me Psalm verses
I used to be the sweet one, things change
And I don't want them missing
a son like Bon's last name
And all my uncles alcoholics, shame on me
I drink whiskey till I'm grounded,
I wanna go inside the club
No matter how far the hood seems
We all still got hood dreams
But alone is exactly how I should be