You do not make any sense
You do not make any sense
You are not paying the rent
I'm making dollars you don't make any cents
You do not make any sense
You do not make any sense
You are not paying the rent
I'm making dollars you don't make any cents
I don't dive into this shit I just do it to f*ck around and be a clown
If they be calling me a soundcloud rapper I guess I should live it
I guess I should live it, god damn I'm livid
About all shit and I'm burning your bridges
To go the top I don't care if your injured or weakened or
Cringey or seeking to find all the money to make it to the top
You cannot buy your way to pop
You cannot get me to stop
I'm coming to get my name up in the eyes in the fame
I'm treating you all like a lame
I treat how I have been the same
We're coming to plummet the rapper's careers
And we're destined to desecrate f*ckers who fight it today
We'll be right back to clap back at the attitude
We're f*cking up on the news
We're f*cking up all of you
Yeah I ain't that violent but I will lash out on you
I will crash into you
And I will gladly go through you
I will gladly go through you and surpass all you do
You say that you are better, I got more listeners too
I have a high ass voice and I'm f*cking shit up are you?
I'm underweight and you're still threatened by the shit I do
You do not make any sense
You do not make any sense
You are not paying the rent
I'm making dollars you don't make any cents
You do not make any sense
You do not make any sense
You are not paying the rent
I'm making dollars you don't make any cents
Im f*cking up the pen and paper to preach to all the pissy people they all in my way
Don't kill my vibe, don't even try
Jump off a building to see if you fly
Never mind I won't be the guy
Held responsible, for your suicide
And I'm true to me, myself and I
It's honestly awkward you already offered
To feature now you are tryna battle me?
Beat you until you can't even speak
Slit your throat, put you in a boat
Dump your body in the ocean, gonna be alone
I gotta slow down now
I gotta have a cap now
I'm gonna hurt myself
Intermission is the very last time you will ever see me in the crowd
Gonna be another man down
Gonna be another motherf*cker playing in the position of another enemy and
End of eating out I'm gonna
Call the cops, in the parking lot where it ain't a thought, for you to get caught,
You're gonna get got
You're gonna be f*cked up right on the spot
You do not make any sense
You do not make any sense
You are not paying the rent
I'm making dollars you don't make any cents
You do not make any sense
You do not make any sense
You are not paying the rent
I'm making dollars you don't make any cents
You do not make any sense
You do not make any cents
I get commas in my checks
You get tattoos on your neck
Had to make a little flex
Trust in the process is gonna be next
We be grinding til the music blasting lyrics out of our chest
We gonna make it we making it out of the west
I'm getting ready for war (war)
No one is ready I'm ready to score
I'm just waiting til they open the door, see all the gore?
You ready for more?
I just wanna battle rap
Ain't nobody wanting that
They be pussy like a cat
Everybody wack no cap big facts
Oh snap, I'm just about to snap on the beat
Leaving heat on the scene
For police with a tease
When they find me I can leave with a cheese
Take the cuffs off and I leave with the keys, gone
You are not making an impact
You are just barely keeping it together enough so that you can keep intact
Someone should call you a dispatch
You must be going insane if you think you can do what you doing to people around
You are not popular bound
You are the one who is headed for nothing but shame
You are the typical class clown
Searching for fame, wanting attention but then you will end up a drop out
Tell me whatchu really flexing about
You do not make any sense
You do not make any sense
You are not paying the rent
I'm making dollars you don't make any cents
You do not make any sense
You do not make any sense
You are not paying the rent
I'm making dollars you don't make any cents
Andiroo - Cents (feat. 26 Hold'n) Lyrics
Andiroo - Cents (feat. 26 Hold'n) Lyrics
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You do not make any sense
You do not make any sense
You are not paying the rent
I'm making dollars you don't make any cents
You do not make any sense
You do not make any sense
You are not paying the rent
I'm making dollars you don't make any cents
I don't dive into this shit I just do it to f*ck around and be a clown
If they be calling me a soundcloud rapper I guess I should live it
I guess I should live it, god damn I'm livid
About all shit and I'm burning your bridges
To go the top I don't care if your injured or weakened or
Cringey or seeking to find all the money to make it to the top
You cannot buy your way to pop
You cannot get me to stop
I'm coming to get my name up in the eyes in the fame
I'm treating you all like a lame
I treat how I have been the same
We're coming to plummet the rapper's careers
And we're destined to desecrate f*ckers who fight it today
We'll be right back to clap back at the attitude
We're f*cking up on the news
We're f*cking up all of you
Yeah I ain't that violent but I will lash out on you
I will crash into you
And I will gladly go through you
I will gladly go through you and surpass all you do
You say that you are better, I got more listeners too
I have a high ass voice and I'm f*cking shit up are you?
I'm underweight and you're still threatened by the shit I do
You do not make any sense
You do not make any sense
You are not paying the rent
I'm making dollars you don't make any cents
You do not make any sense
You do not make any sense
You are not paying the rent
I'm making dollars you don't make any cents
Im f*cking up the pen and paper to preach to all the pissy people they all in my way
Don't kill my vibe, don't even try
Jump off a building to see if you fly
Never mind I won't be the guy
Held responsible, for your suicide
And I'm true to me, myself and I
It's honestly awkward you already offered
To feature now you are tryna battle me?
Beat you until you can't even speak
Slit your throat, put you in a boat
Dump your body in the ocean, gonna be alone
I gotta slow down now
I gotta have a cap now
I'm gonna hurt myself
Intermission is the very last time you will ever see me in the crowd
Gonna be another man down
Gonna be another motherf*cker playing in the position of another enemy and
End of eating out I'm gonna
Call the cops, in the parking lot where it ain't a thought, for you to get caught,
You're gonna get got
You're gonna be f*cked up right on the spot
You do not make any sense
You do not make any sense
You are not paying the rent
I'm making dollars you don't make any cents
You do not make any sense
You do not make any sense
You are not paying the rent
I'm making dollars you don't make any cents
You do not make any sense
You do not make any cents
I get commas in my checks
You get tattoos on your neck
Had to make a little flex
Trust in the process is gonna be next
We be grinding til the music blasting lyrics out of our chest
We gonna make it we making it out of the west
I'm getting ready for war (war)
No one is ready I'm ready to score
I'm just waiting til they open the door, see all the gore?
You ready for more?
I just wanna battle rap
Ain't nobody wanting that
They be pussy like a cat
Everybody wack no cap big facts
Oh snap, I'm just about to snap on the beat
Leaving heat on the scene
For police with a tease
When they find me I can leave with a cheese
Take the cuffs off and I leave with the keys, gone
You are not making an impact
You are just barely keeping it together enough so that you can keep intact
Someone should call you a dispatch
You must be going insane if you think you can do what you doing to people around
You are not popular bound
You are the one who is headed for nothing but shame
You are the typical class clown
Searching for fame, wanting attention but then you will end up a drop out
Tell me whatchu really flexing about
You do not make any sense
You do not make any sense
You are not paying the rent
I'm making dollars you don't make any cents
You do not make any sense
You do not make any sense
You are not paying the rent
I'm making dollars you don't make any cents
You do not make any sense
You are not paying the rent
I'm making dollars you don't make any cents
You do not make any sense
You do not make any sense
You are not paying the rent
I'm making dollars you don't make any cents
I don't dive into this shit I just do it to f*ck around and be a clown
If they be calling me a soundcloud rapper I guess I should live it
I guess I should live it, god damn I'm livid
About all shit and I'm burning your bridges
To go the top I don't care if your injured or weakened or
Cringey or seeking to find all the money to make it to the top
You cannot buy your way to pop
You cannot get me to stop
I'm coming to get my name up in the eyes in the fame
I'm treating you all like a lame
I treat how I have been the same
We're coming to plummet the rapper's careers
And we're destined to desecrate f*ckers who fight it today
We'll be right back to clap back at the attitude
We're f*cking up on the news
We're f*cking up all of you
Yeah I ain't that violent but I will lash out on you
I will crash into you
And I will gladly go through you
I will gladly go through you and surpass all you do
You say that you are better, I got more listeners too
I have a high ass voice and I'm f*cking shit up are you?
I'm underweight and you're still threatened by the shit I do
You do not make any sense
You do not make any sense
You are not paying the rent
I'm making dollars you don't make any cents
You do not make any sense
You do not make any sense
You are not paying the rent
I'm making dollars you don't make any cents
Im f*cking up the pen and paper to preach to all the pissy people they all in my way
Don't kill my vibe, don't even try
Jump off a building to see if you fly
Never mind I won't be the guy
Held responsible, for your suicide
And I'm true to me, myself and I
It's honestly awkward you already offered
To feature now you are tryna battle me?
Beat you until you can't even speak
Slit your throat, put you in a boat
Dump your body in the ocean, gonna be alone
I gotta slow down now
I gotta have a cap now
I'm gonna hurt myself
Intermission is the very last time you will ever see me in the crowd
Gonna be another man down
Gonna be another motherf*cker playing in the position of another enemy and
End of eating out I'm gonna
Call the cops, in the parking lot where it ain't a thought, for you to get caught,
You're gonna get got
You're gonna be f*cked up right on the spot
You do not make any sense
You do not make any sense
You are not paying the rent
I'm making dollars you don't make any cents
You do not make any sense
You do not make any sense
You are not paying the rent
I'm making dollars you don't make any cents
You do not make any sense
You do not make any cents
I get commas in my checks
You get tattoos on your neck
Had to make a little flex
Trust in the process is gonna be next
We be grinding til the music blasting lyrics out of our chest
We gonna make it we making it out of the west
I'm getting ready for war (war)
No one is ready I'm ready to score
I'm just waiting til they open the door, see all the gore?
You ready for more?
I just wanna battle rap
Ain't nobody wanting that
They be pussy like a cat
Everybody wack no cap big facts
Oh snap, I'm just about to snap on the beat
Leaving heat on the scene
For police with a tease
When they find me I can leave with a cheese
Take the cuffs off and I leave with the keys, gone
You are not making an impact
You are just barely keeping it together enough so that you can keep intact
Someone should call you a dispatch
You must be going insane if you think you can do what you doing to people around
You are not popular bound
You are the one who is headed for nothing but shame
You are the typical class clown
Searching for fame, wanting attention but then you will end up a drop out
Tell me whatchu really flexing about
You do not make any sense
You do not make any sense
You are not paying the rent
I'm making dollars you don't make any cents
You do not make any sense
You do not make any sense
You are not paying the rent
I'm making dollars you don't make any cents
Writer: Andrew Baker, Zachariah Holden
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid