[Intro]
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I don't wanna be a ribbon in the sky, livin' in disguise
Man, I see the venom in the middle of their eyes
Better figure if you're livin' or you die
'Cause it's time for you to finish your reply
I've been dealin' with these guys, better know that I ain't black and I rap
So I guess I'm automatically wack, when, matter of fact
I am better than like half of these actors
Outdated, like a battery pack that a Blackberry has
On the back of its tab
My rapping has the wrath of attack to send a missile back to Iraq
Then leave a crack on the map
And put my train of thought right back on the track
All these rappers out of breath (*gasp*)
Hear that gasp like a motherfuckin' asthma attack
Match, match, match, makin' flames when I swipe right
And I ain't talkin' 'bout some crap on an app
Man, I'm blowin' up with bars like a TNT
Blowin' up: TNT, with bars: AT&T
I'm the one you may see on a screen
I won't be passin' out like, "Hey! Is he on lean?"
Nah, I ain't about that
The music that I make is a motherfuckin' soundtrack
To the dopest life, Big Sean better bounce back
Everybody tryna raise the stakes? Well, they better take it out back
I got a lot on my mind
And I'm not gonna stop for a red sign
Talkin' a lot 'bout the headlines
My death and the time left on the clock's all I got as my deadline
Don't open up shop by a set time
I ain't DMX, I don't read your texts
I may be the worst, I may be the best
All I know is I feel obsessed
I feel depressed, knowin' that this shit is only temporary
Relieve some stress, 'cause shit is only temporary
Free will, but others control what we feel
Evil, less clear than it looks in the cemetery
It's gettin' scary, I vocalize all that I hope inside
Social life over my goals in life
Posts online more important than my golden time
So many goals in mind, I cannot go behind
[Chorus]
Who woulda thought
That a motherfucker'd hop on a UK vibe like I'm Drake?
Who woulda thought
I'd be spittin' all these syllables without makin' a single mistake?
Who woulda thought
I would be on the top, zoomin' past like a car with no brakes?
Thirteen reasons
I'm gonna make these rappers kill themselves before they put out a tape
Yeah, who woulda, who woulda thought?
Who woulda? Who woulda? Who woulda? Who woulda?
I'm gonna be bigger than eleven times Earth
Too hot like I'm motherfuckin' Jupiter
I'm a new hitter, I'm a new spitter
Comin' outside and they sayin' that I'm great
Thirteen reasons
I'm gonna make these rappers kill themselves before they puttin' out a tape
[Verse 2]
Yeah, who woulda, who woulda thought
That Quadeca woulda moved to the top? I've been doin' a lot
See me for the music I make
Not the views, or the shoes that I bought
I mean who woulda thought that I'd go up, up and away?
5K to a hundred K in a month how I play
Motherfucker think he runnin' the game
See these haters, now they runnin' away 'cause I've come here to stay
Come from the jump in L.A.
But a boy been comin' up in the Bay, where they utter my name
I'm like, "Man, what-what do I say
To a friend who think we one in the same?" 'Cause I'm done with the games
Sayin' "This is fuckin' insane"
Wanted bars, well, no one can complain, yeah, they lovin' the claims
I got an abundance of pain
When I drop it, it just bust into flames, it just bust into- flames
Yeah
[Chorus]
Who woulda thought
That a motherfucker'd hop on a UK vibe like I'm Drake?
Who woulda thought
I'd be spittin' all these syllables without makin' a single mistake?
Who woulda thought
I would be on the top, zoomin' past like a car with no brakes?
Thirteen reasons
I'm gonna make these rappers kill themselves before they put out a tape
Yeah, who woulda, who woulda thought?
Who woulda? Who woulda? Who woulda? Who woulda?
I'm gonna be bigger than eleven times Earth
Too hot like I'm motherfuckin' Jupiter
I'm a new hitter, I'm a new spitter
Comin' outside and they sayin' that I'm great
Thirteen reasons
I'm gonna make these rappers kill themselves before they put out a tape
[Outro]
Yeah
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