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