Fuck You, Love You

You should prolly shut the fuck up when you talk to me

I’m sorry you don’t bother me, you couldn’t appall a G

My mind is Talib but my attitude is Sheek Louch

Walk with me

They used to be scoffin’, see now they pickin’ out coffins

We moved the S from the front to the back of the word, that’s word

Boo-hoo, facts heard

I’m from where we be like, “facts”

You’re where if you take a bad turn you might not pass go no mo’ cause they’ll pull your car

Woes on my mind from depression that burn like bullet scars

They screamin’ “you’re a star”

I’m screamin’ “drinks on yall then”

Don’t you think I’m ballin’, bitch, why you think I’m starvin’?

I’m goin harder than hard

Fuck not wantin’ treble

I don’t put bass in my songs, I just let my stomach rumble

You rappers Hubble Bubble, shit

What the fuck you wan’ do?

Fuck your lil’ confusion conclusions that you come to

Shit, I never saw a hurdle that I couldn’t run through

Jesus, I guess my thesis is “Fuck you” but also that “I love you”

It’s Craft, bitch