Aye, foe, I'm doing this shit straight through, bro
No punching in, none of that bullshit
Finna show y'all niggas how to really rap, for real for real
And I got asthma too, bitch
Gang said, he "confident, not cocky", that's that humble talk
Played the album, lit the crib on fire like a Molotov
I think my phone broke, ain nobody I can call upon
I'm a greedy nigga, wrist stuck up in the cookie jar
I'm too smart, two darts on me, give 'em new scars
Don't care about the net, just gimme checks, I'm a beach ball
Old nigga I hung with already dead, like Logan Paul
I ain beefing with no broke bitch, this ain stroganoff
Ion need no hairy pussy hoe, I'm jacking off
Can't control my life, I'll make my own voodoo doll
All my dreams too high, suspended in the sky like aerosol
PTSD from yo sleep, them sherrif calling
Twenty, thirty off clothes, yea we ran the hauls
Quit my job after that first band, I said f*ck McDonalds
If you black, legal system twisted up, f*ck your honor
Music, only thing that give me energy, my new charger
Twenty views, thirty views, forty, shit, I wanna quit
Whatever I got right now ain enough for me, inadequate
They tryna keep the top dog, underdog, it's making sense
Why I'm worried 'bout some shit that ain even gone make me cents?
Why all these hoes dating these lame niggas? Shit, it make me sick
I ain love no bitches, hm, that shit don't exist
I can't hold the camera now, somebody needa tape this
Stuck my middle finger up, ain see the picture? Frame this
How the f*ck you sit there doubt my talent, nigga, I made this
They can cut my hair, I'm still a Lion King, maneless
I can say a lot shit I did, let's keep it nameless
If we really talking, I just wanna be rich, I don't care 'bout being famous
Foenem died, we was suppose to be in them Bentley trucks racing
At his funeral, I ain even f*cking cry, I straight-faced it
Then I laid back on that couch, all my thoughts got soaked in hatred
Waiting for revenge, that heater sitting in the oven baking
I already know I'm best, when they gone see? Tired of waiting
My anxiety so bad, people get close, I start shaking
I can't fill my foundation, that shit cracked up, earthquaking
Shallow branches, leaves fell off the tree, I started raking
Put a smile on, pretend that all is well, I'm tired of faking
I'm so damn focused on my craft, my OG think I'm lazy
Nobody see my full potential, they vision hazy
I can out do whoever in the room, that's no debating
Had to thank my dad for leaving me and all that he ain show me
Had to thank Seyi for dying, now I'm lonely but more holy
Had to thank Campus Life for firing me, them white people goalies
Had to thank that hoe that snitched on me, I was too cozy
Thank Foenem, for tryna rob me, knew I shouldn't be loafin'
Had to thank them hoes that treated me like shit, 'cus I'm the trophy
Had to thank Brian for playing in my face, I found my purpose
4AM, wrote this shit, I hope it's worth it, nigga
Aye, foe, that was straight through, bro
No punching in, none of that bullshit, bro
I just showed a lot of y'all niggas can't rap, foe
And I just started this shit last year bro, like, what the f*ck?
I'm only a year in this shit, foe
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Aye, foe, I'm doing this shit straight through, bro
No punching in, none of that bullshit
Finna show y'all niggas how to really rap, for real for real
And I got asthma too, bitch
Gang said, he "confident, not cocky", that's that humble talk
Played the album, lit the crib on fire like a Molotov
I think my phone broke, ain nobody I can call upon
I'm a greedy nigga, wrist stuck up in the cookie jar
I'm too smart, two darts on me, give 'em new scars
Don't care about the net, just gimme checks, I'm a beach ball
Old nigga I hung with already dead, like Logan Paul
I ain beefing with no broke bitch, this ain stroganoff
Ion need no hairy pussy hoe, I'm jacking off
Can't control my life, I'll make my own voodoo doll
All my dreams too high, suspended in the sky like aerosol
PTSD from yo sleep, them sherrif calling
Twenty, thirty off clothes, yea we ran the hauls
Quit my job after that first band, I said f*ck McDonalds
If you black, legal system twisted up, f*ck your honor
Music, only thing that give me energy, my new charger
Twenty views, thirty views, forty, shit, I wanna quit
Whatever I got right now ain enough for me, inadequate
They tryna keep the top dog, underdog, it's making sense
Why I'm worried 'bout some shit that ain even gone make me cents?
Why all these hoes dating these lame niggas? Shit, it make me sick
I ain love no bitches, hm, that shit don't exist
I can't hold the camera now, somebody needa tape this
Stuck my middle finger up, ain see the picture? Frame this
How the f*ck you sit there doubt my talent, nigga, I made this
They can cut my hair, I'm still a Lion King, maneless
I can say a lot shit I did, let's keep it nameless
If we really talking, I just wanna be rich, I don't care 'bout being famous
Foenem died, we was suppose to be in them Bentley trucks racing
At his funeral, I ain even f*cking cry, I straight-faced it
Then I laid back on that couch, all my thoughts got soaked in hatred
Waiting for revenge, that heater sitting in the oven baking
I already know I'm best, when they gone see? Tired of waiting
My anxiety so bad, people get close, I start shaking
I can't fill my foundation, that shit cracked up, earthquaking
Shallow branches, leaves fell off the tree, I started raking
Put a smile on, pretend that all is well, I'm tired of faking
I'm so damn focused on my craft, my OG think I'm lazy
Nobody see my full potential, they vision hazy
I can out do whoever in the room, that's no debating
Had to thank my dad for leaving me and all that he ain show me
Had to thank Seyi for dying, now I'm lonely but more holy
Had to thank Campus Life for firing me, them white people goalies
Had to thank that hoe that snitched on me, I was too cozy
Thank Foenem, for tryna rob me, knew I shouldn't be loafin'
Had to thank them hoes that treated me like shit, 'cus I'm the trophy
Had to thank Brian for playing in my face, I found my purpose
4AM, wrote this shit, I hope it's worth it, nigga
Aye, foe, that was straight through, bro
No punching in, none of that bullshit, bro
I just showed a lot of y'all niggas can't rap, foe
And I just started this shit last year bro, like, what the f*ck?
I'm only a year in this shit, foe
No punching in, none of that bullshit
Finna show y'all niggas how to really rap, for real for real
And I got asthma too, bitch
Gang said, he "confident, not cocky", that's that humble talk
Played the album, lit the crib on fire like a Molotov
I think my phone broke, ain nobody I can call upon
I'm a greedy nigga, wrist stuck up in the cookie jar
I'm too smart, two darts on me, give 'em new scars
Don't care about the net, just gimme checks, I'm a beach ball
Old nigga I hung with already dead, like Logan Paul
I ain beefing with no broke bitch, this ain stroganoff
Ion need no hairy pussy hoe, I'm jacking off
Can't control my life, I'll make my own voodoo doll
All my dreams too high, suspended in the sky like aerosol
PTSD from yo sleep, them sherrif calling
Twenty, thirty off clothes, yea we ran the hauls
Quit my job after that first band, I said f*ck McDonalds
If you black, legal system twisted up, f*ck your honor
Music, only thing that give me energy, my new charger
Twenty views, thirty views, forty, shit, I wanna quit
Whatever I got right now ain enough for me, inadequate
They tryna keep the top dog, underdog, it's making sense
Why I'm worried 'bout some shit that ain even gone make me cents?
Why all these hoes dating these lame niggas? Shit, it make me sick
I ain love no bitches, hm, that shit don't exist
I can't hold the camera now, somebody needa tape this
Stuck my middle finger up, ain see the picture? Frame this
How the f*ck you sit there doubt my talent, nigga, I made this
They can cut my hair, I'm still a Lion King, maneless
I can say a lot shit I did, let's keep it nameless
If we really talking, I just wanna be rich, I don't care 'bout being famous
Foenem died, we was suppose to be in them Bentley trucks racing
At his funeral, I ain even f*cking cry, I straight-faced it
Then I laid back on that couch, all my thoughts got soaked in hatred
Waiting for revenge, that heater sitting in the oven baking
I already know I'm best, when they gone see? Tired of waiting
My anxiety so bad, people get close, I start shaking
I can't fill my foundation, that shit cracked up, earthquaking
Shallow branches, leaves fell off the tree, I started raking
Put a smile on, pretend that all is well, I'm tired of faking
I'm so damn focused on my craft, my OG think I'm lazy
Nobody see my full potential, they vision hazy
I can out do whoever in the room, that's no debating
Had to thank my dad for leaving me and all that he ain show me
Had to thank Seyi for dying, now I'm lonely but more holy
Had to thank Campus Life for firing me, them white people goalies
Had to thank that hoe that snitched on me, I was too cozy
Thank Foenem, for tryna rob me, knew I shouldn't be loafin'
Had to thank them hoes that treated me like shit, 'cus I'm the trophy
Had to thank Brian for playing in my face, I found my purpose
4AM, wrote this shit, I hope it's worth it, nigga
Aye, foe, that was straight through, bro
No punching in, none of that bullshit, bro
I just showed a lot of y'all niggas can't rap, foe
And I just started this shit last year bro, like, what the f*ck?
I'm only a year in this shit, foe
Writer: Cory Williams Jr.
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