All yall want is rap and drug talk
 作曲 : Dakota C Blanchard
Did any****inbody notice that my last song was reposted
Guess it was way too far for me to expect like half a motive
Really it dont take that much attention to listen n notice
Yall some halfbrain idiots you thinkin that ya boi a poet
Uh, Ive been chillin really
Uh, losin money daily
Uh, put that d!ck inside her mouth
When b*****s talkin crazy
Uh, ive been kilin really
Uh, crushed against my ceiling
Uh, got the money and the drugs
But im still way too crazy
You could it do better homie
You a crazy rapper right
You aint got no family
Dem demons Keep you up at night
Girls aint really like you
And everybody gone start a fight
You done took some souls
N now the eyes you see in candle light
Nah, I aint think so
Nah, what u been thru
Nah, none my friends ever needed me
None my kin too
Nah, thats a b!tch move
Nah, what I mean dude
Nah, I aint make a single dollar off a attitude
mom got a divorce now you really think you wrong
My best ****in friends dont even know my latest song
But thats not the issue, got a point but I digress
Talkin sh!t about yo people only ever leave a mess
Front end crazy!
Pick up dump like hummer
Aint mean it baby!
Baby be a bummer
Lemme bounce it back like rubber
Got the anger from my mother
Milk the game straight from the utter
Got it all out of the gutter
DRAPED IT DIOR, WHORE
THOUGHT SHIT SECURE, OR
POPPED OUT HER SOCKET
NOW SHE SEE NO MORE, OR
****ED I ENDURE, OR
50 OR MORE, OR
KILLING MYSELF WILL JUST INCREASE THEIR SCORE
Weird ass mu****a, chillin in the backseat
Blast my face off, pulp fiction fantasy
The way you always talkin you must think yo sh!t is better than me
Like I give a ****, try hard ass cheek
Uh, Ive been chillin really
Uh, losin money daily
Uh, put that d!ck inside her mouth
When b!tches talkin crazy
Uh, ive been kilin really
Uh, crushed against my ceiling
Uh, got the money and the drugs
But im still way too crazy