MOTH

[Part I] [Intro: Quadeca] Ayy, huh, yeah, huh Ayy, ayy, huh Yeah, huh Alright, there's a mic right here, ayy It ain't fake, there's a mic right here, alright [Verse 1: Quadeca & Saint G] Fightin' crime, they call me Doctor Who (ESKRY, turn that shit up, man!) Writin' rhymes like Dr. Seuss (Uh-huh) They try to doctor me (Huh?) But I make more than a doctor do (Ayy) All about the follows, you don't follow through Like maybe that's the reason they don't follow you (No) Now they wanna hate 'cause the dollars blue I'm like "You don't know who the fuck you talkin' to" (Who?) I cannot start how they want me to 'Cause I'm off the charts and I'm on them too (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Everybody wanna piece off of you When you makin' all the paper, like The Office do They say that I'm gettin' cocky Bitch, can you tell? "G-A-O-T" I'm like, "Bitch, can you spell?" Like, oh well, I don't take Ls Every rapper, I'll see you in Hell (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Y'all on that boring demonic shit Maybe the power of Christ can compel (Huh, huh, ayy) I'm on the charts, I ain't talkin' Excel I am a senior and feel like a freshman as well, huh (Double-XL) Like Double-XL (Yeah) I got the class, and y'all gettin' expelled (Yeah, ooh, ooh) I hope you caught this shit, like NFL, call it Odell (What? Huh?) I chop it up, like I'm Pharrell (What? Huh? Yeah! Huh?) That's how I feel, that's how I felt Keepin' it gucci, just like my belt, uh (Yeah, uh) Yeah, uh Keepin' it gucci, just like my belt Luca, you better hop onto this shit Better hop onto this shit right now Right now! Uh Right, I'm like, right now (What? What?) Uh, right now, huh (Yeah, hahahaha!) I get the money, they want it like now (Ayy) They gotta write down, uh I get that money, put it on the mic now, uh (Huh?) Get it on the mic now, uh (Huh? Huh? Huh?) Better, better turn the lights out, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) In the foreign, y'all took the bike route Y'all are so borin', I am so hype now (Hype, hype, hype) Double my price now, I'm gettin' money and everyone like how If I am talkin', then you better write down Better write down [Part II] [Chorus: Quadeca & Saint G] Every day feel like a fight now, turn the lights out I'm just searchin' for some clarity, like wrong and right now Can't escape all of my demons, runnin' from my lighthouse Yeah, I got so many feelings, gotta work on myself, yeah [Verse 2: Quadeca & Saint G] Every day feel like a fight now Wanna get you out of mind and out of sight now But I just pulled up to the function with the lights out They say life's a trip, I don't care about no baggage, though I just got here, she just told me that she had to go Why you have to go? Oh, I hardly know You say you a partygoer, I'm like, "Where'd the party go?" Girl, you been playin' with my heart, just like some cardio On Mario, I always been the third wheel like I'm Wario (Yeah, oh!) Yeah, yeah, I'm always goin', uh I cannot do borin', nah Got my angels, they ignore me, yeah Now my mind been gettin' stormy, they warned me Yeah [Chorus: Saint G] Every day feels like a fight now, turn the lights out I'm just searchin' for some clarity, like wrong and right now Can't escape all of my demons, runnin' from the lighthouse Yeah, I got so many feelings, gotta work on myself, yeah [Verse 3: Quadeca] Hopped in a Benz, fuck gettin' wit' you, I'll talk to your friends Gone in the end, hittin' you up, I don't want to again And I ain't five years old on recess, so I don't wanna pretend Okay, well, maybe I'll pretend I don't wanna pretend, 'cause I lost it again Yeah, every day feel like a fight now I was always wrong now, you were always right now Yeah, I got this dough, but it's just for show Yeah, got this dough, but it's just for show [Outro: Chloë Grace Moretz & Jamie Blackley, ?] No, no, you cannot leave me like that Why didn't you tell me? Maybe because I'm terrified of losing you! You know, when you do your thing, I'm gonna do mine