Ay, uh, uh
You guys don't know shit about me, uh
Dreams of stadiums an maybachs
I think its time for payback
Coming to the Stu asap
Superhero for the money tryna save that
Drop an album another on the way thats just BeePax
Snakes in this grass i gotta start the weed wack
I'm a psycho with the pen i make the pages peel back
You got a bad start i'm not the one who dealed that
But this real rap and people like you make 4 meal scraps
I know you feel that
I didn't want to be the one who had to say it
But you lookin like them pro players who are mad at their ratings
And kinda like them other players dressin to make a statement
I'm done with the games that you people keep on playin
You done messed up, f'd p and none left to rep ya
Your shadiness done crept up and you didn't vest up
I'm watching my back i know my worth
F*ckin with me you in the dirt
Yeah they bury me with pride
Til' the day i close my eyes
I am working to survive
Til' the day i quit my job
Spend some money on design
Til' i pull up in a whip
And she wants to take a ride
You know shes gonna get inside
Take a trip trip
Wait on second thought, never mind
I ain't with that shit
Your out your f*ckin mind
Get a grip
Quick you needa realize
Til' the day i get mine
Man, i swear to god these people are always hatin on this shit
They havin nothing good to say, f*ck em, i make music for me
You looking for talent I got more range than a scope
I know your out there somewhere but not lookin in close
I know musics bumping cuz they come to my shows
My fits hot even when I'm rocking bummy ass clothes
I'm thinkin is there any way to actually pass my limits
Then I remember the point, I was chasing them digits
I like to rap it's like Christmas only I am lyrically gifted
I don't mean to brag but that's a given hit these switches
That's ironic because I studied in school to be an electrician
You get the point or you just miss it with not an inch of distance
Not between the words or even intention
Spitting bullets out, verbal weapons
I let them fly and
Til' the day I die I'll rap and try to make a dime
Be myself and never change no paradigm
Go make that cash by the hundred grands
Rich family my life never ends
They gonna bury me with pride
Til' the day i close my eyes
I am working to survive
Till the day i quit my job
Spend some money on design
Til' i pull up in a whip
And she wants to take a ride
You know shes gonna get inside
Take a trip trip
Wait on second thought, never mind
I ain't with that shit
Your out your f*ckin mind
Get a grip
Quick you needa realize
Till the day I get mine
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Ay, uh, uh
You guys don't know shit about me, uh
Dreams of stadiums an maybachs
I think its time for payback
Coming to the Stu asap
Superhero for the money tryna save that
Drop an album another on the way thats just BeePax
Snakes in this grass i gotta start the weed wack
I'm a psycho with the pen i make the pages peel back
You got a bad start i'm not the one who dealed that
But this real rap and people like you make 4 meal scraps
I know you feel that
I didn't want to be the one who had to say it
But you lookin like them pro players who are mad at their ratings
And kinda like them other players dressin to make a statement
I'm done with the games that you people keep on playin
You done messed up, f'd p and none left to rep ya
Your shadiness done crept up and you didn't vest up
I'm watching my back i know my worth
F*ckin with me you in the dirt
Yeah they bury me with pride
Til' the day i close my eyes
I am working to survive
Til' the day i quit my job
Spend some money on design
Til' i pull up in a whip
And she wants to take a ride
You know shes gonna get inside
Take a trip trip
Wait on second thought, never mind
I ain't with that shit
Your out your f*ckin mind
Get a grip
Quick you needa realize
Til' the day i get mine
Man, i swear to god these people are always hatin on this shit
They havin nothing good to say, f*ck em, i make music for me
You looking for talent I got more range than a scope
I know your out there somewhere but not lookin in close
I know musics bumping cuz they come to my shows
My fits hot even when I'm rocking bummy ass clothes
I'm thinkin is there any way to actually pass my limits
Then I remember the point, I was chasing them digits
I like to rap it's like Christmas only I am lyrically gifted
I don't mean to brag but that's a given hit these switches
That's ironic because I studied in school to be an electrician
You get the point or you just miss it with not an inch of distance
Not between the words or even intention
Spitting bullets out, verbal weapons
I let them fly and
Til' the day I die I'll rap and try to make a dime
Be myself and never change no paradigm
Go make that cash by the hundred grands
Rich family my life never ends
They gonna bury me with pride
Til' the day i close my eyes
I am working to survive
Till the day i quit my job
Spend some money on design
Til' i pull up in a whip
And she wants to take a ride
You know shes gonna get inside
Take a trip trip
Wait on second thought, never mind
I ain't with that shit
Your out your f*ckin mind
Get a grip
Quick you needa realize
Till the day I get mine
You guys don't know shit about me, uh
Dreams of stadiums an maybachs
I think its time for payback
Coming to the Stu asap
Superhero for the money tryna save that
Drop an album another on the way thats just BeePax
Snakes in this grass i gotta start the weed wack
I'm a psycho with the pen i make the pages peel back
You got a bad start i'm not the one who dealed that
But this real rap and people like you make 4 meal scraps
I know you feel that
I didn't want to be the one who had to say it
But you lookin like them pro players who are mad at their ratings
And kinda like them other players dressin to make a statement
I'm done with the games that you people keep on playin
You done messed up, f'd p and none left to rep ya
Your shadiness done crept up and you didn't vest up
I'm watching my back i know my worth
F*ckin with me you in the dirt
Yeah they bury me with pride
Til' the day i close my eyes
I am working to survive
Til' the day i quit my job
Spend some money on design
Til' i pull up in a whip
And she wants to take a ride
You know shes gonna get inside
Take a trip trip
Wait on second thought, never mind
I ain't with that shit
Your out your f*ckin mind
Get a grip
Quick you needa realize
Til' the day i get mine
Man, i swear to god these people are always hatin on this shit
They havin nothing good to say, f*ck em, i make music for me
You looking for talent I got more range than a scope
I know your out there somewhere but not lookin in close
I know musics bumping cuz they come to my shows
My fits hot even when I'm rocking bummy ass clothes
I'm thinkin is there any way to actually pass my limits
Then I remember the point, I was chasing them digits
I like to rap it's like Christmas only I am lyrically gifted
I don't mean to brag but that's a given hit these switches
That's ironic because I studied in school to be an electrician
You get the point or you just miss it with not an inch of distance
Not between the words or even intention
Spitting bullets out, verbal weapons
I let them fly and
Til' the day I die I'll rap and try to make a dime
Be myself and never change no paradigm
Go make that cash by the hundred grands
Rich family my life never ends
They gonna bury me with pride
Til' the day i close my eyes
I am working to survive
Till the day i quit my job
Spend some money on design
Til' i pull up in a whip
And she wants to take a ride
You know shes gonna get inside
Take a trip trip
Wait on second thought, never mind
I ain't with that shit
Your out your f*ckin mind
Get a grip
Quick you needa realize
Till the day I get mine
Writer: Dylan Tremblay
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid