Grew up too quick In a bad world
My shoes don't fit no more
Born in the sticks
No suburbs You don't make it where we from
They said boy you acting crazy get a real job you a bum
Music ain't gon pay the bills
And no one gonna put you on
Um
I know that why you think ima a loner
Spit a sick flow I'm coming down with Ebola
I'm bout to run game I just need a controller
I'm tryina grab fame but I'm short of the quota
Dropping off weight like I'm cutting out soda
And y'all be tryina give me wisdom guess you thinking you yoda
I don't even wana speak if you don't have a diploma
We got loud in the air you can smell the aroma
One time for the kid in the back
Two times he had no words
Three times he was under attack
Four times got called a nerd
Five times when he got that bag
Six times his vision blurred
Seven times his chain got snatched
Eight times he got that work
Ima write this for the loose lips
I don't even have no loose leaf
A lotta y'all out here talk shit
I ain't been loosin no sleep
Everyone say the the new goat
Look on the farm I see sheep
Hold my weight like sumo
Prolly take out your whole fleet
Put you to sleep you a narcoleptic
Anything goes in a world of weapons
If you get scared better read the book
Or go pick up a phone and call the reverend
Shoes been laced
Better watch your step
You talk too much you gon
Lose your breath
Get show two times put ya ass in limbo
Caught between this life and death
No mask on in the masquerade
Put a cid tab in my Cabernet
Ima Wake up in a couple days
Lost
Castaway
They Associate
Intimidate
Interrogate
Annihilate
Then barricade
And separate
And delegate
The residents
The veterans receive
Severance
And medicines for regimens
While the specimen
Who get lesser than
Are irrelevant without Benjamin's
Yeah
Run it back Incase you missed it
They been lying to the masses
And denying the gifted
Now put your
Hands up for the kid in the back
Now you ain't got no words
When he was under attack
And he got called a nerd
But now he got that bag
And then his vision blurred
That's when yo chain got snatched
He went and got that work
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Grew up too quick In a bad world
My shoes don't fit no more
Born in the sticks
No suburbs You don't make it where we from
They said boy you acting crazy get a real job you a bum
Music ain't gon pay the bills
And no one gonna put you on
Um
I know that why you think ima a loner
Spit a sick flow I'm coming down with Ebola
I'm bout to run game I just need a controller
I'm tryina grab fame but I'm short of the quota
Dropping off weight like I'm cutting out soda
And y'all be tryina give me wisdom guess you thinking you yoda
I don't even wana speak if you don't have a diploma
We got loud in the air you can smell the aroma
One time for the kid in the back
Two times he had no words
Three times he was under attack
Four times got called a nerd
Five times when he got that bag
Six times his vision blurred
Seven times his chain got snatched
Eight times he got that work
Ima write this for the loose lips
I don't even have no loose leaf
A lotta y'all out here talk shit
I ain't been loosin no sleep
Everyone say the the new goat
Look on the farm I see sheep
Hold my weight like sumo
Prolly take out your whole fleet
Put you to sleep you a narcoleptic
Anything goes in a world of weapons
If you get scared better read the book
Or go pick up a phone and call the reverend
Shoes been laced
Better watch your step
You talk too much you gon
Lose your breath
Get show two times put ya ass in limbo
Caught between this life and death
No mask on in the masquerade
Put a cid tab in my Cabernet
Ima Wake up in a couple days
Lost
Castaway
They Associate
Intimidate
Interrogate
Annihilate
Then barricade
And separate
And delegate
The residents
The veterans receive
Severance
And medicines for regimens
While the specimen
Who get lesser than
Are irrelevant without Benjamin's
Yeah
Run it back Incase you missed it
They been lying to the masses
And denying the gifted
Now put your
Hands up for the kid in the back
Now you ain't got no words
When he was under attack
And he got called a nerd
But now he got that bag
And then his vision blurred
That's when yo chain got snatched
He went and got that work
My shoes don't fit no more
Born in the sticks
No suburbs You don't make it where we from
They said boy you acting crazy get a real job you a bum
Music ain't gon pay the bills
And no one gonna put you on
Um
I know that why you think ima a loner
Spit a sick flow I'm coming down with Ebola
I'm bout to run game I just need a controller
I'm tryina grab fame but I'm short of the quota
Dropping off weight like I'm cutting out soda
And y'all be tryina give me wisdom guess you thinking you yoda
I don't even wana speak if you don't have a diploma
We got loud in the air you can smell the aroma
One time for the kid in the back
Two times he had no words
Three times he was under attack
Four times got called a nerd
Five times when he got that bag
Six times his vision blurred
Seven times his chain got snatched
Eight times he got that work
Ima write this for the loose lips
I don't even have no loose leaf
A lotta y'all out here talk shit
I ain't been loosin no sleep
Everyone say the the new goat
Look on the farm I see sheep
Hold my weight like sumo
Prolly take out your whole fleet
Put you to sleep you a narcoleptic
Anything goes in a world of weapons
If you get scared better read the book
Or go pick up a phone and call the reverend
Shoes been laced
Better watch your step
You talk too much you gon
Lose your breath
Get show two times put ya ass in limbo
Caught between this life and death
No mask on in the masquerade
Put a cid tab in my Cabernet
Ima Wake up in a couple days
Lost
Castaway
They Associate
Intimidate
Interrogate
Annihilate
Then barricade
And separate
And delegate
The residents
The veterans receive
Severance
And medicines for regimens
While the specimen
Who get lesser than
Are irrelevant without Benjamin's
Yeah
Run it back Incase you missed it
They been lying to the masses
And denying the gifted
Now put your
Hands up for the kid in the back
Now you ain't got no words
When he was under attack
And he got called a nerd
But now he got that bag
And then his vision blurred
That's when yo chain got snatched
He went and got that work
Writer: Christopher Burnette
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