Stupid, stupid, stupid
All right, one more
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ay
My manager want me to be role model to these children today
I wrote this shirtless in a hotel room with a bitch on her way
Give me a break when I get on a stage I'm a distance away
So stick to the gates and watch the show
If you wanna go home then this what I say
Bye bitch, you lookin' at the finest
Mosh pit when I be rhymin', I love some legal violence
Makin' me feel like I'm this giant, everybody wanna get time with
Like it's some kind of prize and I'm obliging, everybody gotta idolize this
Michael Myers going so fast, homies get mad that I'm over the past
Actin' like I'm a bitch, actin' like you got ovaries, don't overreact
Don't get mad, catch your breath or I'm at your neck like shoulder pads
And this even ain't good enough to be on the project
These are just some bonus tracks
I'm pretty much over that
Rappity raps should feel like more than that
Listening to my old shit like "why the f*ck I recorded that?"
F*ck!
I agree when they called it corny rap
That's what I had to do, but for gratitude I'll give you one more track
Little boy, that boy true, I do what the f*ck I wanna do
You, never gonna put me in the crew
I'm way too big for the crew too
Pulling out with a bitch at night our feet all tight in a whip all white
But I can pull up with a kid and a wife
And a bit all tight and make it look cool
Bitch what you gonna do? Talkin' about me like you got some news
I could put a bullet in your bulletin, your bullet in my bullet vader I'm bulletproof
I'm pulling you, I'll pull your crew, I'll pull your mom
I'll pull your dad and pull your boots and put you in
The hospital and tell the doc "I don't think they're pullin' through"
What the f*ck!
They thinkin' I'm gonna roll with the troops
And I'm gonna diss every rapper who's mumbling
Nah, homie that ain't the move
You know when your shit getting old?
When you dissing everything that is new
If you don't f*ck with it, shut the f*ck up
And don't f*ck with it, they're more mature than you
Anybody wanna battle me, gotta get more recruits
Stiff as a mannequin, somebody must have given him rigor mortis too
You don't really wanna come and get it
I'ma leave a motherf*cker looking ridiculous
I'ma kill it but I be looking so innocent
I bet they're never gonna look at a recording booth
Dear fans, just believe me, I gotta find something new, because this shit too easy
I'm not that teen anymore, but who's riding still?
Between somewhere, maybe we find out when I sign this deal
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Stupid, stupid, stupid
All right, one more
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ay
My manager want me to be role model to these children today
I wrote this shirtless in a hotel room with a bitch on her way
Give me a break when I get on a stage I'm a distance away
So stick to the gates and watch the show
If you wanna go home then this what I say
Bye bitch, you lookin' at the finest
Mosh pit when I be rhymin', I love some legal violence
Makin' me feel like I'm this giant, everybody wanna get time with
Like it's some kind of prize and I'm obliging, everybody gotta idolize this
Michael Myers going so fast, homies get mad that I'm over the past
Actin' like I'm a bitch, actin' like you got ovaries, don't overreact
Don't get mad, catch your breath or I'm at your neck like shoulder pads
And this even ain't good enough to be on the project
These are just some bonus tracks
I'm pretty much over that
Rappity raps should feel like more than that
Listening to my old shit like "why the f*ck I recorded that?"
F*ck!
I agree when they called it corny rap
That's what I had to do, but for gratitude I'll give you one more track
Little boy, that boy true, I do what the f*ck I wanna do
You, never gonna put me in the crew
I'm way too big for the crew too
Pulling out with a bitch at night our feet all tight in a whip all white
But I can pull up with a kid and a wife
And a bit all tight and make it look cool
Bitch what you gonna do? Talkin' about me like you got some news
I could put a bullet in your bulletin, your bullet in my bullet vader I'm bulletproof
I'm pulling you, I'll pull your crew, I'll pull your mom
I'll pull your dad and pull your boots and put you in
The hospital and tell the doc "I don't think they're pullin' through"
What the f*ck!
They thinkin' I'm gonna roll with the troops
And I'm gonna diss every rapper who's mumbling
Nah, homie that ain't the move
You know when your shit getting old?
When you dissing everything that is new
If you don't f*ck with it, shut the f*ck up
And don't f*ck with it, they're more mature than you
Anybody wanna battle me, gotta get more recruits
Stiff as a mannequin, somebody must have given him rigor mortis too
You don't really wanna come and get it
I'ma leave a motherf*cker looking ridiculous
I'ma kill it but I be looking so innocent
I bet they're never gonna look at a recording booth
Dear fans, just believe me, I gotta find something new, because this shit too easy
I'm not that teen anymore, but who's riding still?
Between somewhere, maybe we find out when I sign this deal
All right, one more
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ay
My manager want me to be role model to these children today
I wrote this shirtless in a hotel room with a bitch on her way
Give me a break when I get on a stage I'm a distance away
So stick to the gates and watch the show
If you wanna go home then this what I say
Bye bitch, you lookin' at the finest
Mosh pit when I be rhymin', I love some legal violence
Makin' me feel like I'm this giant, everybody wanna get time with
Like it's some kind of prize and I'm obliging, everybody gotta idolize this
Michael Myers going so fast, homies get mad that I'm over the past
Actin' like I'm a bitch, actin' like you got ovaries, don't overreact
Don't get mad, catch your breath or I'm at your neck like shoulder pads
And this even ain't good enough to be on the project
These are just some bonus tracks
I'm pretty much over that
Rappity raps should feel like more than that
Listening to my old shit like "why the f*ck I recorded that?"
F*ck!
I agree when they called it corny rap
That's what I had to do, but for gratitude I'll give you one more track
Little boy, that boy true, I do what the f*ck I wanna do
You, never gonna put me in the crew
I'm way too big for the crew too
Pulling out with a bitch at night our feet all tight in a whip all white
But I can pull up with a kid and a wife
And a bit all tight and make it look cool
Bitch what you gonna do? Talkin' about me like you got some news
I could put a bullet in your bulletin, your bullet in my bullet vader I'm bulletproof
I'm pulling you, I'll pull your crew, I'll pull your mom
I'll pull your dad and pull your boots and put you in
The hospital and tell the doc "I don't think they're pullin' through"
What the f*ck!
They thinkin' I'm gonna roll with the troops
And I'm gonna diss every rapper who's mumbling
Nah, homie that ain't the move
You know when your shit getting old?
When you dissing everything that is new
If you don't f*ck with it, shut the f*ck up
And don't f*ck with it, they're more mature than you
Anybody wanna battle me, gotta get more recruits
Stiff as a mannequin, somebody must have given him rigor mortis too
You don't really wanna come and get it
I'ma leave a motherf*cker looking ridiculous
I'ma kill it but I be looking so innocent
I bet they're never gonna look at a recording booth
Dear fans, just believe me, I gotta find something new, because this shit too easy
I'm not that teen anymore, but who's riding still?
Between somewhere, maybe we find out when I sign this deal
Writer: Ben Goldberg
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave