Oh hi
I'm really nice when you get to know me
Problem is I'm in a bad mood
Killing everybody every day
I guess it started making me a bad dude
Like Michael Jordan with a bad flu
I could learn a lot but I don't ask you
Buying every single play you got
I guess gotta start padding the stats too
Oh look a body again
Oh he pretending he Rich
But he sounding like Roddy again
Big shocker
Power surge like I'm Ibaka
Half of y'all never do enough
Then wanna cry 'bout losing to a TikToker
That's cute
Get in the booth
Duck though homie cause you know I shoot
Back in this bitch with immaculate pitch
That they happened to miss
I got half in the clip but I reload
He go, back to the lab for the people
Feel like its illegal
Like twenty-five to life, I would pay the price
Just to never hear your record twice
All this rap about a yacht, see
But they too scared to even roll the dice
That's alright
I don't even think y'all like what y'all write
All this jewelry your shining armor
But it's hella karma cause it ain't your knight
This like Game of Thrones again
Hate to gloat again
Line for line got 'em off the snow again
They see me they forgot it's your event
Don't gotta cry be a man and hold it in
In my bag
Yeah that's probably why they mad
I ain't really blaming you
I blame your mom and f*ckin' dad
Like who raised you
In my bag yuh
They just wish I go away (like who raised you)
And why they mad yuh
They just wish I go away (like who raised you)
Bone or two to pick
All my newer shit been Diesel, need a Ludacris
Everybody that been wronging me
I done killed 'em all I need a newer list
I-I'm so fly if she catch my eye
Then I turn the bitch into a stewardess
Ain't Illuminati, more like luminous
And I ain't scared no matter who it is
No way mang
Carry on, you ain't on my plane
Know my name
That's acceptable, higher decibel
Let's up my gain
This ain't fame
More like dedication from a rapper basement
Don't compare the two cause there ain't no relation
Ain't a marathon, but this a better pace and
I don't take the stairs, I'm on some levitation
In my bag
Yeah that's probably why they mad
I ain't really blaming you
I blame your mom and f*ckin' dad
Like who raised you
In my bag yuh
They just wish I go away (like who raised you)
And why they mad yuh
They just wish I go away (like who raised you)
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English
Oh hi
I'm really nice when you get to know me
Problem is I'm in a bad mood
Killing everybody every day
I guess it started making me a bad dude
Like Michael Jordan with a bad flu
I could learn a lot but I don't ask you
Buying every single play you got
I guess gotta start padding the stats too
Oh look a body again
Oh he pretending he Rich
But he sounding like Roddy again
Big shocker
Power surge like I'm Ibaka
Half of y'all never do enough
Then wanna cry 'bout losing to a TikToker
That's cute
Get in the booth
Duck though homie cause you know I shoot
Back in this bitch with immaculate pitch
That they happened to miss
I got half in the clip but I reload
He go, back to the lab for the people
Feel like its illegal
Like twenty-five to life, I would pay the price
Just to never hear your record twice
All this rap about a yacht, see
But they too scared to even roll the dice
That's alright
I don't even think y'all like what y'all write
All this jewelry your shining armor
But it's hella karma cause it ain't your knight
This like Game of Thrones again
Hate to gloat again
Line for line got 'em off the snow again
They see me they forgot it's your event
Don't gotta cry be a man and hold it in
In my bag
Yeah that's probably why they mad
I ain't really blaming you
I blame your mom and f*ckin' dad
Like who raised you
In my bag yuh
They just wish I go away (like who raised you)
And why they mad yuh
They just wish I go away (like who raised you)
Bone or two to pick
All my newer shit been Diesel, need a Ludacris
Everybody that been wronging me
I done killed 'em all I need a newer list
I-I'm so fly if she catch my eye
Then I turn the bitch into a stewardess
Ain't Illuminati, more like luminous
And I ain't scared no matter who it is
No way mang
Carry on, you ain't on my plane
Know my name
That's acceptable, higher decibel
Let's up my gain
This ain't fame
More like dedication from a rapper basement
Don't compare the two cause there ain't no relation
Ain't a marathon, but this a better pace and
I don't take the stairs, I'm on some levitation
In my bag
Yeah that's probably why they mad
I ain't really blaming you
I blame your mom and f*ckin' dad
Like who raised you
In my bag yuh
They just wish I go away (like who raised you)
And why they mad yuh
They just wish I go away (like who raised you)
I'm really nice when you get to know me
Problem is I'm in a bad mood
Killing everybody every day
I guess it started making me a bad dude
Like Michael Jordan with a bad flu
I could learn a lot but I don't ask you
Buying every single play you got
I guess gotta start padding the stats too
Oh look a body again
Oh he pretending he Rich
But he sounding like Roddy again
Big shocker
Power surge like I'm Ibaka
Half of y'all never do enough
Then wanna cry 'bout losing to a TikToker
That's cute
Get in the booth
Duck though homie cause you know I shoot
Back in this bitch with immaculate pitch
That they happened to miss
I got half in the clip but I reload
He go, back to the lab for the people
Feel like its illegal
Like twenty-five to life, I would pay the price
Just to never hear your record twice
All this rap about a yacht, see
But they too scared to even roll the dice
That's alright
I don't even think y'all like what y'all write
All this jewelry your shining armor
But it's hella karma cause it ain't your knight
This like Game of Thrones again
Hate to gloat again
Line for line got 'em off the snow again
They see me they forgot it's your event
Don't gotta cry be a man and hold it in
In my bag
Yeah that's probably why they mad
I ain't really blaming you
I blame your mom and f*ckin' dad
Like who raised you
In my bag yuh
They just wish I go away (like who raised you)
And why they mad yuh
They just wish I go away (like who raised you)
Bone or two to pick
All my newer shit been Diesel, need a Ludacris
Everybody that been wronging me
I done killed 'em all I need a newer list
I-I'm so fly if she catch my eye
Then I turn the bitch into a stewardess
Ain't Illuminati, more like luminous
And I ain't scared no matter who it is
No way mang
Carry on, you ain't on my plane
Know my name
That's acceptable, higher decibel
Let's up my gain
This ain't fame
More like dedication from a rapper basement
Don't compare the two cause there ain't no relation
Ain't a marathon, but this a better pace and
I don't take the stairs, I'm on some levitation
In my bag
Yeah that's probably why they mad
I ain't really blaming you
I blame your mom and f*ckin' dad
Like who raised you
In my bag yuh
They just wish I go away (like who raised you)
And why they mad yuh
They just wish I go away (like who raised you)
Writer: Ryan Thorbjornsen
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid