2.0 Video (MV)

Man f*ck school, I'm tired of this shit
Damn

'Cause I'm in college but f*ck college
It's taking stacks right out my wallet
Just stay on track and pay for that
I hate class don't get me started
It's time consuming, I'm taken hostage
This time I'm losing, already lost it
F*ck school, f*ck degrees
I can make it out if I really I want it
They talking bout shit and I've seen it, I know
You writing this essay you need an intro
No shit, you think that I'm really that slow
Been doing this shit for 5 years in a row
Things that I actually learn
Are things that are practically not my concern, uh
Irrelevant, not for my betterment
Not for my future then just go to hell with it
They make you do it cause they get the best of it
In for the cheddar instead of the rest of it
Just cause you test it don't measure intelligence
It is so evident they just malevolent
F*ck the system
And f*ck anybody that goes to ride with them
F*ck anybody that don't wanna listen
All that they want is your total submission
Yuh
F*ck em I'll make it another way
I can make it out another hunnit ways
I'm the remix, I'm a f*cking god
Cause I'm 2.0 like I'm custom made

Just wait until I get the fame
Just wait until I get the riches
Wait till I pull up in a Rari
Wait till I can grant momma's wishes
Just wait till they see me, they hear me
Just wait till they notice, it's coming
Just wait till you see that I'm poppin lil bitch
My shit bopping you know that I'm stuntin

'Cause I'm in college but f*ck college
I'd rather be a rap workaholic
I'm getting started
I'm working on it
This rap flow gets supersonic
Trynna make it as a music artist
Don't mistake me for a foolish novice
I'm better than you stupid rappers
These facts I'm stating, only truth I'm honest
I'm spittin I'm killin
I'm writin, igniting
The verses the words
Are connecting together
F*ck gucci gang
And the clique that you claim
'Cause you all sound the same
I'm extensively better
You rap about drugs
And bitches and hoes
And ice and guns
And strippers on poles
And pipes and thugs
And bitches and hoes
You dropped a new song
We know how it goes
Sipping the lean
And bitches and hoes
You're missing a theme
Just bitches and hoes
So different from me
I'm sick like a cold
I'm spitting so mean
I'm switching up flows, ou
I mean at least make it sound good, you feel me
It's like you dumped trying
While I come firing
I am stuck writing
I am uprising
I am upsizing
All the f*ckin time and
I am too cold
For you stupid hoes
This a lucid show
Like the super bowl
I shoot for gold
Yall are moving slow
I aim high
Yall are stoopin low
I don't play nice
I'm a ruthless soul

Just wait until I get the fame
Just wait until I get the riches
Wait till I pull up in a Rari
Wait till I can grant momma's wishes
Just wait till they see me, they hear me
Just wait till they notice, it's coming
Just wait till you see that I'm poppin lil bitch
My shit bopping you know that I'm stuntin
Just wait until I get the fame
Just wait until I get the riches
Wait till I pull up in a Rari
Wait till I can grant momma's wishes
Just wait till they see me, they hear me
Just wait till they notice, it's coming
Just wait till you see that I'm poppin lil bitch
My shit bopping you know that I'm stuntin

Just wait
Just give it a moment just give it some time
It's all a process I'm still on the rise
Deal isn't signed so I kill them with rhymes
I'm in it to win it there isn't a price
I'm not willing to pay, this is really my life
You motherf*ckers are killing the vibe
Shut the f*ck up I'm just living my life
I'm on it, I feel the clock ticking inside
I know these are critical, pivotal times
A lyrical miracle spirit am I
A criminal, pitiful with the disguise
Cynical eyes, I be killing the syllables
Physical fight not your typical type
I will be spitting till it is my time
I'll be at the pinnacle when it arrives, yuh