Bitch I ain't a band
And you f*cking bland
Yes I planned
To be doing what I need to so I get unbanned
But you be so damn below me
So I made a new account with a photo up in the snow b
Motha f*cka you a waste of time
But more than that you be making me go and waste a rhyme
I don't care cause I be in my prime
And everybody that ain't with it gotta chase to climb
I make a couple bangers
Then I make a couple hits
Then I make a couple songs that be lyrical f*cking gifts
Leaving you on a cliffhanger
And I almost called the quits
But I knew I had to have it start living without a lift
Like
Thrift right
When I drive I always shift right
And you know when I be karting Imma always drift right
Sit tight
In the middle of the swift night
Cause I gotta go for a sec to see what I missed ight
I'm running
From the people I've seen
And I'm running
From the person I been
Cause I'm running
From the place called home
I be running
From my life as a teen
Cause I'm done with this shit
Like you already know
My life be twisting and turning like it a sold out show
But i'll keep on rockin till the day I die
It's like I lie, and I sigh, then they ask me why
It don't matter though
I ain't be dealing with a madder hoe
It just be me so far
And I'd be grateful for a ladder bro
I won't ask for it
But some help be nice
I need my life held together could you pass me the f*cking vise
Oh shit
It's like what do i say next
Look i dont even know she think that immana say sex
Little does she know i'm a respectable dude
That wants a little more out of her than to just see her nude