Myer Clarity - Jesus Won't Yolo Lyrics

You coming at me like I ain't hip hop
I'm coming at you like I don't give a shit

Now I'ma show you how to bitch like you Backpack
[Bitch like you back, bitch-bitch like you Backpack]
Got the whole underground on my dick like a fat ass

Man, get the f*ck off my nuts!

Bring me the head of whoever invented inhibitions
Wearing my custom-printed twenty-something cynicism
2018 - everybody been a victim
Everybody's shit be stinkin'
Man, I smell from my kitchen
Swag got my lips on millennial titties nibblin'
Tell your man have a seat, you'll be with him in a minute
Rule number one of being diplomatic
Just flash 'em that smile, tell em "All of y'all some prissy bitches"
*laughs*
Got the goth bitch that tell me what to rap about
She be telling me I need to let the anger out
Girlies love it when I go and pull the accent out
"OMG, you're actually famous!" like you ever had a doubt?
Okay, I told y'all from the get go
Get my hands on this fame, man, I ain't finna let go
Y'all can ask around, y'all can tell 'em that I said so
Ain't no way to lap me, bitch, I said I'm on another level
Got an angel smoking meth with the devil that's on my shoulder
Woke up naked with a bible in Minnesota
At a motel 6, with bits of 'Yola, in the fibres of the covers
Jesus Christ, the only man who won't say Yolo, motherf*cker

Now I'ma show you how to bitch like you Backpack
[Bitch like you back, bitch-bitch like you Backpack]
Got the whole underground on my dick like a fat ass
[They on my, they on my, they on my dick, bitch]
Man, I don't really want this rap shit, you can have that
[Said you can, said you can, said you can have that]
I got way too many people in my life I can laugh at
[haha haha I can laugh right at em like]

I'm not
I'm not hip hop
I'm not there

I don't talk about myself, I let you do it
I let you do it
This rap game, shit, man, I'm used to it
I'm too used to it

How the hell I sound like this?
F*ck it, man, you do the math
Best kept secret 'bout to shush your ass
I ain't really social, motherf*cker, I don't do collabs
I make the Backpackers stupid mad
All up in the label meeting talking like
"I don't really want the job
I just wanna prove you wrong
I just wanna make you feel all stupid
When I blow up 'cause you passed on a future God"
I'm everywhere that they don't have a YOU involved

Now I'ma show you how to bitch like you Backpack
[Bitch like you back, bitch-bitch like you Backpack]
Got the whole underground on my dick like a fat ass
[On my, on my dick, like a fat ass]
Man, I don't really want this rap shit, you can have that
[Said you can have that, boy]
I got way too many people in my life I can laugh at
[haha haha I can laugh right at em like]

Now I'ma show you how to bitch like you Backpack
[I'ma show you how to bitch like a Backpacker]
Got the whole underground on my dick like a fat ass
[Like a Backpacker in this bitch, oooo]
Man, I don't really want this rap shit, you can have that
[Man, I don't want the rap shit no more, you can have it]
I got way too many people in my life I can laugh at
[I'm laughing at you muhf*cks]
[Oooo, y'all so sensitive]