Dontbenobodysbitch

[Intro]

In search of something greater

I'm sick and tired of doing fuck niggas favors

I'm sick and tired of chasing down designer labels

So I said "fuck it, imma start up my own label"

'Cause tryna please you, I just ain't capable

I'm sick and tired of tryna make myself relatable

So please don't ask me why my eyes low

'Cause madafucka i could do this with my eyes closed

[Verse 1]

How many hits? How many pills do I gotta take to think of a hit?

To be at the top, how much cotton do I gotta pick?

How many M's do I gotta get? Don't make any sense

Ain't that a bitch? Ain't I, Ain't I legit?

Since I was a g, fuck with my shit

I was a stubborn kid, I grew up stuttering, hoping that someone on top would discover me

How many publicists do I gotta-?

How many publicists I gotta hire to juggle this fuckery? Someone should cover this, I've had enough of this

I can't make up this shit, I am on too many substances

How many streams? How many themes? How many awards? How many rings?

Fuck with these dreams

[Hook]

Who I ride for?

Definitely not no clown-ass niggas, call you sideshows

And we, and we know that your IG be telling lies, hoe

I'mma reap the shit that I sow

[Verse 2]

I find it odd, niggas stay saying "don't wife a thot"

But you wifing thots behind the dignified facade

Your life's in knots, my life might appear more aligned a notch, but I'm on suicidal watch

(Hello? you ever just wanna die a lot)

Well, commence the chords, B.o.B you sound rich and bored

I say we're just a bunch of piles of shit with pores

That spend all day eating, then shit some more

I don't want kids, I'm convinced, I'm sure

Pull out like my dick's a sword

Eight billion people, 90% of them's poor, but fuck it, what's a few more

Let's even get more shit to afford

Seventy summers and you're a cripple corps

You on, you on, you on my dick

A dog, a dog, a dog only holler when it's hit

That means something I said must got under your skin

Tell me, how real can I get?

I said fuck the feds, the twelve, the CIA it ain't shit

'Cause they can't do shit

[Hook]

Who I ride for?

Clown-ass niggas, call you sideshows

Your IG be telling lies, hoe

I'mma reap the shit that I sow

[Outro]

In search of something greater