It's just not what I thought, leave it at that I guess, yeah, yeah
You ain't really who I thought you were, You like a stain I can't wash out my shirt
Would you complain if I bought her a purse
Nothing the same, see the culture reversed
They paying him money still, but he falling off on perks
Chalk the body after we leave the scene with a tire skirt
I was 15 smoking carts with my eyes more red than a cardinal bird
Add some fire, but no one really admires the work
The time I spent on the words they gave us at birth
Who does it like me? I lurk in the shadows, ratchet bitch doesn't know her worth
It's like I got tires and other rappers paddle, but somehow still find a way to get out my nerves
I paint the words and then I serve it
Just like a church that's giving sermons at services
Goosebumps like it's the first sight of the times I'm burning through clips
I ain't got beef with no one except the people that heard and thought it was shit
You ain't got the balls for the title of the six
I'ma fill this shit to the brim
This shit getting realer when you win
I'm tied in, tied in for life
Tied in like the rope when someone takes they life
With it missing out despite the depression
They got from riddles to fights, picking out which kid doesn't do right
Hoping after tonight, you'll see the daylight in the morning again
In the water where the sins go
Smoking but looking up to a father out the window
Tell me what's your motto
They always say it's YOLO, you gotta have a side note
And would u pick up that dollar on the floor
And are you sick and tired of takin coke up the nose
You smile for the camera, is it really a pose
Do you need help gettin entertainment shown
It wasn't shown until I caught a flow
She want the six, anf calamari on the coast
You try to trick this kid, he'll end up knowing
Only tricks left are with me, I'm the poet
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English
It's just not what I thought, leave it at that I guess, yeah, yeah
You ain't really who I thought you were, You like a stain I can't wash out my shirt
Would you complain if I bought her a purse
Nothing the same, see the culture reversed
They paying him money still, but he falling off on perks
Chalk the body after we leave the scene with a tire skirt
I was 15 smoking carts with my eyes more red than a cardinal bird
Add some fire, but no one really admires the work
The time I spent on the words they gave us at birth
Who does it like me? I lurk in the shadows, ratchet bitch doesn't know her worth
It's like I got tires and other rappers paddle, but somehow still find a way to get out my nerves
I paint the words and then I serve it
Just like a church that's giving sermons at services
Goosebumps like it's the first sight of the times I'm burning through clips
I ain't got beef with no one except the people that heard and thought it was shit
You ain't got the balls for the title of the six
I'ma fill this shit to the brim
This shit getting realer when you win
I'm tied in, tied in for life
Tied in like the rope when someone takes they life
With it missing out despite the depression
They got from riddles to fights, picking out which kid doesn't do right
Hoping after tonight, you'll see the daylight in the morning again
In the water where the sins go
Smoking but looking up to a father out the window
Tell me what's your motto
They always say it's YOLO, you gotta have a side note
And would u pick up that dollar on the floor
And are you sick and tired of takin coke up the nose
You smile for the camera, is it really a pose
Do you need help gettin entertainment shown
It wasn't shown until I caught a flow
She want the six, anf calamari on the coast
You try to trick this kid, he'll end up knowing
Only tricks left are with me, I'm the poet
You ain't really who I thought you were, You like a stain I can't wash out my shirt
Would you complain if I bought her a purse
Nothing the same, see the culture reversed
They paying him money still, but he falling off on perks
Chalk the body after we leave the scene with a tire skirt
I was 15 smoking carts with my eyes more red than a cardinal bird
Add some fire, but no one really admires the work
The time I spent on the words they gave us at birth
Who does it like me? I lurk in the shadows, ratchet bitch doesn't know her worth
It's like I got tires and other rappers paddle, but somehow still find a way to get out my nerves
I paint the words and then I serve it
Just like a church that's giving sermons at services
Goosebumps like it's the first sight of the times I'm burning through clips
I ain't got beef with no one except the people that heard and thought it was shit
You ain't got the balls for the title of the six
I'ma fill this shit to the brim
This shit getting realer when you win
I'm tied in, tied in for life
Tied in like the rope when someone takes they life
With it missing out despite the depression
They got from riddles to fights, picking out which kid doesn't do right
Hoping after tonight, you'll see the daylight in the morning again
In the water where the sins go
Smoking but looking up to a father out the window
Tell me what's your motto
They always say it's YOLO, you gotta have a side note
And would u pick up that dollar on the floor
And are you sick and tired of takin coke up the nose
You smile for the camera, is it really a pose
Do you need help gettin entertainment shown
It wasn't shown until I caught a flow
She want the six, anf calamari on the coast
You try to trick this kid, he'll end up knowing
Only tricks left are with me, I'm the poet
Writer: Josiah Humphrey
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid