Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Ay
This is me back on my hippy shit
If I like the beat, I steal it and kill that shit
I'm a menace to society
Y'all are the reason that I have anxiety
Y'all got these big ol' numbers on spotify
But no fans and that's irony
I've seen your ticket sales it's not inspiring
Someone been paying for players
While I caught cap on all that
Okay and
This is coming from a dude that ain't even rapped in a minute
But I get it I gotta finish
My timing is terrific
Every day the world is looking different
Difficult to get someone to listen and I get it
Ay, so Imma make you take a lil intermission
This is what it takes to get a little inner vision
That's my position
Imma be the opposition
With a lil competition
Pull up with the top is missing
All your sins are all forgiven
Ooo
God bless my optimistic eyes
Even though ten percent of you are good
And ninety percent are trash
And you can check my math
You carry the two and divide it by three
It's still gon' be a fag
I see you watching my every move
Wanna be like me
But you scared to just follow back
Okay
You look like you been shopping in my closet
You look like the type to wear designer clothes and mispronounce it
You look like the type that never ever ever been about it
You just need attention
And I know you cannot live without it
You the type to testify against your own brother
You the type to get disrespected in front of your own mother
You the type to just like type type type
On a little keyboard and never do nothing in real life
Wow he bored
You can rest assured
A diamond will be made of all of this pressure
I feel like a wrestler
The way I drop my elbow from the top rope with no effort
And this is that hippy flow
Just to keep you on your tipyytoes
Let me know how that goes
Your attitude pitiful
Mine is beautiful
I guess it's back to the drawing board
Don't be so cynical
My crazy clinical
It's not my fault that they want more
You're still like a criminal
My message subliminal
I think that I might do encore
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