SATURATION 258 (BRAWL)

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract] See, that's the reason I don't like to talk Niggas move they hands 'til they hit the wall I'll be in this van 'til the early morn' I don't want a friend, I want a million bucks (Help me out now) See, that's the reason I don't like to talk Niggas move they hands 'til they hit the wall I'll be in this van 'til the early morn' I don't want a friend, I want a million bucks [Verse 1: Kevin Abstract] I'll never be who you want me to be (What) Wear my own pants, should've probably popped the seat Made my own clothes, I don't need no receipt 'Less it's Holiday on me like I'm Jesús Tree A lotta you niggas try to be like me Vibe jack it all you want, 'cause nigga this the OG Done with the teenage shit, too I'm just a cute-ass nigga with a gap-tooth Niggas online always got a fuckin' attitude I've been the weird one out since the classroom And y'all be wonderin' why I'm actin' crazy now They call me corny but I'm thinkin' that we're idols now I'm eatin' fast food, yellin' this what life about Nigga took the harder route, ended up with less friends They took the faster route, ended up with no ends I'm like Wayne in '04, this where my story begins And this that— [Chorus: Kevin Abstract] See, that's the reason I don't like to talk Niggas move they hands 'til they hit the wall I'll be in this van 'til the early morn' I don't want a friend, I want a million bucks (Help me out now) See, that's the reason I don't like to talk Niggas move they hands 'til they hit the wall I'll be in this van 'til the early morn' I don't want a friend, I want a million bucks [Verse 2: Matt Champion] Bet you're only talkin' to me for a benefit If you get around me, you wouldn't ask me if Is my mental, is my dental, is my health good? When they're crashin' through my cars, see me on the hood Better get insurance, when the tire burns Break the mirror on the side, man, that's seven years Of fuckin' bad luck, want to see me sad, fuck Walkin' under ladders, spillin' salt and I ain't throw it back Not too superstitious, rather build a business Not to worry 'bout the petty shit in your britches Color-coordinated, give a fuck about the gossip Let me boss up, let me make it on my own Who the God, who the God, who let the birds chirp Pull up, hop off in the car done deal, then we hit the curb Riding on the front lawn of anybody doubt me That's some teachers, that's some people Not too good with names, you— [Chorus: Kevin Abstract] See, that's the reason I don't like to talk Niggas think they haters 'til they hit the wall I'll be in this van 'til the early morn' I don't want a friend I want a million bucks (Help me out now) See, that's the reason I don't like to talk Niggas think they haters 'til they hit the wall I'll be in this van 'til the early morn' I don't want a friend, I want a million bucks [Verse 3: Merlyn Wood] Get up off your ass Know I gotta have some, gotta get my ransom Babblin', babblin', babblin' What's all this babblin'? This time, I would've had 'em, man Have gun, and I said I will travel, man Shootin' at eleven, I'm Wilt Chamberlain [?] shots [?] liberty [?] everything When I failed seventh grade, since a kid, man I mean, Ghana, I mean Fuck any nationality tryna prevent me On any violence, I will take currency Who start, you're weak, who chick she with? I'll whoop that trick, I'll take that beat Who start, you're weak, who chick she with? I'll whoop that trick, I'll take that beat [Bridge: Joba & Dom Mclennon] You better watch your mouth 'cause that shit spew out When you talk about what I'm worth Y'all talk to talk (Everybody wanna talk that shit) Y'all talk to talk (Everybody wanna talk that shit) You better watch your mouth 'cause that shit spew out When you talk about what I'm worth Y'all talk to talk (Everybody wanna talk that shit) Y'all talk to talk (Everybody wanna talk that shit) [Chorus: Kevin Abstract] See, that's the reason I don't like to talk Niggas think they haters 'til they hit the wall I'll be in this van 'til the early morn' I don't want a friend, I want a million bucks (Help me out now) See, that's the reason I don't like to talk Niggas think they haters 'til they hit the wall I'll be in this van 'til the early morn' I don't want a friend, I want a million bucks [Verse 4: Dom McLennon] God as my witness, I ain't sadistic I'm just a soul that's been tortured beyond its limits Feel like an idiot, feel like a misfit A fallen angel that's lost a chance at repentance Ain't no forgiveness for how I ran up them digits I'm too colorful, wonderful, ambitious See, being me ain't easy, it's sacrilegious I need assistance to maximize my existence Gratification instant, gratitude nonexistent [?] just servin' between the ridges I've been up to make shit Burned all my bridges Death in the distance, killed all the princes Draped a fine linen, fell out the sky Built Earth in my image, now I can fly See, legends can't die, we too altruistic Y'all some fake tears, so hop off my business [Verse 5: Ameer Vann] I sell it by the gram, money loves my hands I pull a few bands out a plastic bag And it all add up, I'm real good with the math I turn a quarter of the gas into a bundle of cash They always come back for what I put in the bag From my bones to my skin, I'm a businessman I know cash is the law, you could lose your head Get shot in the back, and you could lose your legs Niggas sing for the feds to avoid the pen They atone for sins, I don't trust no men Cops raidin' my house off some shit you said Niggas strapped with mics, they'll take your life