WesydeUnderground - Salute Lyrics

F*ck you, I came up on my own
F*ck you, stay the f*ck out my zone
F*ck you, you're a pathetic excuse
So f*ck you, here's ya middle finger salute
F*ck you, I came up on my own
F*ck you, stay the f*ck out my zone
F*ck you, you're a pathetic excuse
So f*ck you, here's ya middle finger salute, bitch

I get so sick and f*ckin' tired of these stupid f*ckin' liars
They feed my fire
And my desire has never changed
Only gets stronger with age
So here I am burnin' up another page with my rage
And that's ok, I gotta say to those fake-ass fools
And their bullshit crews, I always knew that you'd lose
You see, I'm the man with the tools and the knowledge to use 'em
Don't catch a brusin', get to cruisin'
You stupid redneck, lowlife pieces of shit step back
Too close to the edge, don't look ahead
Because you might see me comin'
Now look again, I see you runnin'
Trying to catch up but you're all out of luck
You're just another dumb f*ck lookin' for a quick buck
Take a suck on my taint for tryin' to be what you ain't
Don't hate now, just break out or break down

F*ck you, I came up on my own
F*ck you, stay the f*ck out my zone
F*ck you, you're a pathetic excuse
So f*ck you, here's ya middle finger salute
F*ck you, I came up on my own
F*ck you, stay the f*ck out my zone
F*ck you, you're a pathetic excuse
So f*ck you, here's ya middle finger salute, bitch

So take a look, you're number one in my book
For being played out, a straight radio crook
Never shook, I always stand proud and break ground
With this sound now I make rounds and take pounds
Like I needed the weight
You're nothing but a mistake
It's too late, 'cuz I'm too great
You're just belated abortions dining on small portions
Of contortions that you all stole
Your shit is audio mold
You folded your hands
You'll never understand that hard work is the plan
Not monetary gain, too stupid to be insane
You dwell in the same, while I live for change
Not fame, not luxury, but for me this just be a part of me
Startling as it seems
This is real, while you're just a dream
Tell us how you really feel

F*ck you, I came up on my own
F*ck you, stay the f*ck out my zone
F*ck you, you're a pathetic excuse
So f*ck you, here's ya middle finger salute
F*ck you, I came up on my own
F*ck you, stay the f*ck out my zone
F*ck you, you're a pathetic excuse
So f*ck you, here's ya middle finger salute

Yo, so I'mma do this shit right, 'cuz
I don't want anybody to feel left out or anything like that
So for those who may not know, this is how I roll

Alright here we go, alright here we go
Alright here we go, alright here we go

Beaner, you four-eyed, fake life, fat wife, backstabba
Keep on f*ckin' around, one day you'll have her
To A-D, you stupid f*ckin' baby killin', band stealin'
Drunk cunt, slut chunk, eat spunk
To Rocky, so cocky, it's not shocking that you copied
Your radio style
And Russ, you bust nuts on gay shit, no wonder you became
A cop you f*ckin' dick
C-B, you can't see me, because you think you don't need me
How can that be?
And Big Mike
Shit, just kiddin', we tight

F*ck you, I came up on my own
F*ck you, stay the f*ck out my zone
I said f*ck you, you're a pathetic excuse
So f*ck you, here's ya middle finger salute
F*ck you, I came up on my own
F*ck you, stay the f*ck out my zone
I said f*ck you, you're a pathetic excuse
So f*ck you, here's ya middle finger salute, bitch
F*ck you, I came up on my own
F*ck you, stay the f*ck out my zone
I said f*ck you, you're a pathetic excuse
So f*ck you, here's ya middle finger salute
F*ck you, I came up on my own
F*ck you, stay the f*ck out my zone
I said f*ck you, you're a pathetic excuse
So f*ck you, here's ya middle finger salute, bitch