Bny - Trashboy Lyrics

I grew up thinking I was nothing at all
But I was right though, I was never nothing important
To no one, my teachers knew that I'd be a bum
Yeah I smoke a lot of weed and try to hide it from mum
Lighting the blunt, lie about the shit that I've done
I've been high a couple times on the shit I shouldn't have touched
But it was so good, to fly up in the sky with the birds
Saw the Qantas jet passing so I give it the bird
Used to want to get plastered but I slowly have learned
That liquors nothing on the drugs that I been trying to burn
And all the women that I f*ck with, would never make it public
Maybe 'cause I'm ugly or maybe because I'm a f*ck wit
I lost so many people I can't count 'em on my hands
Then I gained so many fans and that I'll never understand
Cause I'm a trash boy, that Zack boy, has never been a good kid
Only holding on because I know I'm gonna f*ckin' win

I'm the trash boy, that nobody would sit with
Till he, rapped sick, now they all on my dick lip
I'm the, trash boy of the 4-3-4-1
The shit talking king, who don't fall for no one
I'm the trash boy, that nobody would sit with
Till he, rapped sick, now they all on my dick lip
I'm the trash boy, the trash boy
I'm the trash boy, the trash boy

All these rappers basic and I know that's a fact
You would shit on top the mic and probably call it a track
Or what about those rappers with the coppers for dads
Who trynna snitch on body bag but then got chomped like a snack
Don't react if imma call you out, I promise it's a trap
I got an arsenal of lyrics for the second you attack
The trash boy in my heart is nearly ready now to snap
Because i'm sick of mumble rappers getting famous off of crap
So I'mma pop pills, autotune, and mumble on the beats
Yill i be fumbling and rumbling and never on my feet
I got gold chains, and no brain, i'm trash in the finest
I'm rhyming but barely, but these bitches like it
Man f*ck that, rather be the trash boy I am
I don't need no woman just to tell me I'm a man
I planned the whole ascenscion now I'm comin for your fans
It's BNYSEASON, till you see me flexin on the gram

I'm the trash boy, that nobody would sit with
Till he, rapped sick, now they all on my dick lip
I'm the, trash boy of the 4-3-4-1
Yhe shit talking king, who don't fall for no one
I'm the trash boy, that nobody would sit with
Till he, rapped sick, now they all on my dick lip
I'm the trash boy, the trash boy
I'm the trash boy, the trash boy