With Ricky
Ay
You don't know my name
But you will f*cking one day
When I get a Grammy
I ain't here to f*cking play
Sitting in my room all day
On my pad
Making me some jams
Trynna figure where this f*cking beat at
Then reusing shit from my past
I can't even rap
But I chat a lot of shit
In an attempt to make a hit
Got work tomorrow guess I'll have to dip
I don't even like drinking I just like to bike around
Listening to music cause I'm hip
Yeah I like the sound
Of a new motherf*cker
Singing in my ears
It's like butter
Melting on a pancake
Shits heavenly
How'd I get distracted wait
Get back to the f*cking beat
Call me a tard cause I'm always late
I'm not prepared for hate
I'll just brush it off
I got a whole f*cking album locked away
Waiting to see the light of day
And yes I have a plan
Of album runs and ideas in my hand
F*ck this beat
I made it like 4 years ago
Guess I'm just talented
Or I got an ego
That's why mfs call me FIVEHEAD
So big I can't hide it
You think this is shit
Yeah I agree
But this isn't my best I'm not even called Ricky
Motherfcuking stage names
Hide the fact we are the same
This beat is f*cking lame
My bars are f*cking tame
Your bitch just f*cking came
But my recent work is tapped
You just gotta hear it
Bitches on my handlebars not my f*cking lap
I ain't Santa and I don't need no f*cker on this track
Bitches nowadays lack
The talent or idea of talent they need a f*cking slap
Use your brain
Anyone can create
Anyone can fish you just need some bait
Anyone can believe in god you just pray
Everyone is the f*cking same
Except me
And motherf*cker I'm broke
My job and social lifes shit there's no hope
Making beats is my only way to cope
So introducing your host
It's me again this time over a solo
Carnivore eating meat call me f*cking homo
Wait
Is that some green shit on my plate
Dude I'm lost
How much does it cost
TI just find my way and some mates
I'm decomposing morherf*cking compost
No
Living life of luxury
If only Mrs Parker could see me
Yeah I'm broke
But I'm not an animal
I'm not an idol
Ozymandias gave me the heebeegeebees
Horror movies be creepy
This beat really needs me
Otherwise your ears would be bleeding
Bleeding
Leading
I'm leading this beat away
I know I ain't Dre
Or Pharrell but I hope yo be
One day
As long as I enjoy my shit someone out there will accept it
SKINT MINTS gonna be f*cking lit
Ricky's the name yo remember it
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With Ricky
Ay
You don't know my name
But you will f*cking one day
When I get a Grammy
I ain't here to f*cking play
Sitting in my room all day
On my pad
Making me some jams
Trynna figure where this f*cking beat at
Then reusing shit from my past
I can't even rap
But I chat a lot of shit
In an attempt to make a hit
Got work tomorrow guess I'll have to dip
I don't even like drinking I just like to bike around
Listening to music cause I'm hip
Yeah I like the sound
Of a new motherf*cker
Singing in my ears
It's like butter
Melting on a pancake
Shits heavenly
How'd I get distracted wait
Get back to the f*cking beat
Call me a tard cause I'm always late
I'm not prepared for hate
I'll just brush it off
I got a whole f*cking album locked away
Waiting to see the light of day
And yes I have a plan
Of album runs and ideas in my hand
F*ck this beat
I made it like 4 years ago
Guess I'm just talented
Or I got an ego
That's why mfs call me FIVEHEAD
So big I can't hide it
You think this is shit
Yeah I agree
But this isn't my best I'm not even called Ricky
Motherfcuking stage names
Hide the fact we are the same
This beat is f*cking lame
My bars are f*cking tame
Your bitch just f*cking came
But my recent work is tapped
You just gotta hear it
Bitches on my handlebars not my f*cking lap
I ain't Santa and I don't need no f*cker on this track
Bitches nowadays lack
The talent or idea of talent they need a f*cking slap
Use your brain
Anyone can create
Anyone can fish you just need some bait
Anyone can believe in god you just pray
Everyone is the f*cking same
Except me
And motherf*cker I'm broke
My job and social lifes shit there's no hope
Making beats is my only way to cope
So introducing your host
It's me again this time over a solo
Carnivore eating meat call me f*cking homo
Wait
Is that some green shit on my plate
Dude I'm lost
How much does it cost
TI just find my way and some mates
I'm decomposing morherf*cking compost
No
Living life of luxury
If only Mrs Parker could see me
Yeah I'm broke
But I'm not an animal
I'm not an idol
Ozymandias gave me the heebeegeebees
Horror movies be creepy
This beat really needs me
Otherwise your ears would be bleeding
Bleeding
Leading
I'm leading this beat away
I know I ain't Dre
Or Pharrell but I hope yo be
One day
As long as I enjoy my shit someone out there will accept it
SKINT MINTS gonna be f*cking lit
Ricky's the name yo remember it
Ay
You don't know my name
But you will f*cking one day
When I get a Grammy
I ain't here to f*cking play
Sitting in my room all day
On my pad
Making me some jams
Trynna figure where this f*cking beat at
Then reusing shit from my past
I can't even rap
But I chat a lot of shit
In an attempt to make a hit
Got work tomorrow guess I'll have to dip
I don't even like drinking I just like to bike around
Listening to music cause I'm hip
Yeah I like the sound
Of a new motherf*cker
Singing in my ears
It's like butter
Melting on a pancake
Shits heavenly
How'd I get distracted wait
Get back to the f*cking beat
Call me a tard cause I'm always late
I'm not prepared for hate
I'll just brush it off
I got a whole f*cking album locked away
Waiting to see the light of day
And yes I have a plan
Of album runs and ideas in my hand
F*ck this beat
I made it like 4 years ago
Guess I'm just talented
Or I got an ego
That's why mfs call me FIVEHEAD
So big I can't hide it
You think this is shit
Yeah I agree
But this isn't my best I'm not even called Ricky
Motherfcuking stage names
Hide the fact we are the same
This beat is f*cking lame
My bars are f*cking tame
Your bitch just f*cking came
But my recent work is tapped
You just gotta hear it
Bitches on my handlebars not my f*cking lap
I ain't Santa and I don't need no f*cker on this track
Bitches nowadays lack
The talent or idea of talent they need a f*cking slap
Use your brain
Anyone can create
Anyone can fish you just need some bait
Anyone can believe in god you just pray
Everyone is the f*cking same
Except me
And motherf*cker I'm broke
My job and social lifes shit there's no hope
Making beats is my only way to cope
So introducing your host
It's me again this time over a solo
Carnivore eating meat call me f*cking homo
Wait
Is that some green shit on my plate
Dude I'm lost
How much does it cost
TI just find my way and some mates
I'm decomposing morherf*cking compost
No
Living life of luxury
If only Mrs Parker could see me
Yeah I'm broke
But I'm not an animal
I'm not an idol
Ozymandias gave me the heebeegeebees
Horror movies be creepy
This beat really needs me
Otherwise your ears would be bleeding
Bleeding
Leading
I'm leading this beat away
I know I ain't Dre
Or Pharrell but I hope yo be
One day
As long as I enjoy my shit someone out there will accept it
SKINT MINTS gonna be f*cking lit
Ricky's the name yo remember it
Writer: Rhys Barwell
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid