Yeah, okay
Yeah, okay
That pen n paper be talking
I just opened up my rap book
My hand get to walking
All these bars I be jotting - was
Always a nice guy
Sorry I lost it
Just hate when motherf*ckers treat me like
I'm less than a boss
Yeah it's
Partly embarrassing
Was always nice as f*ck
Over snare and kicks
Rap game dead
I'm repairing it
More far gone than a broken marriage
I barreled in
Nicest in this shit
Tat it on my skin, bitch
Yeah put it on my chest
Up next
Motherf*ckers don't pose no threat
At your neck like a razor blade
Call me Gillette
Just like the stadium
No patriotism in my goddamn cranium
Yeah
Uh, bitch
It's mother f*cking eightone
Yeah
I came to take this shit
You hear me? Uh
Okay
Yeah
I'm doing damage
Soon I'll be impossible to manage
Like kids with tantrums
On my way to make another anthem
Ate shit
Now I'm eating with no table manners
F*ck the script
I ain't listen to the cable channels
Nah
The weed noisy light a candle
A white boy
Not the type to rock the flannels
I got that swagger
Boy a legend like Mickey Mantle
Feeling blessed
Like I'm Jesus in my dirty sandals
She eat me up, mm, good
Like Campbell's
We in a rocket ship
I think we boutta dip
Like the chips with the guacamole
I'm boutta go and meet God
He got a lot to show me
I'm gone
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Yeah, okay
Yeah, okay
That pen n paper be talking
I just opened up my rap book
My hand get to walking
All these bars I be jotting - was
Always a nice guy
Sorry I lost it
Just hate when motherf*ckers treat me like
I'm less than a boss
Yeah it's
Partly embarrassing
Was always nice as f*ck
Over snare and kicks
Rap game dead
I'm repairing it
More far gone than a broken marriage
I barreled in
Nicest in this shit
Tat it on my skin, bitch
Yeah put it on my chest
Up next
Motherf*ckers don't pose no threat
At your neck like a razor blade
Call me Gillette
Just like the stadium
No patriotism in my goddamn cranium
Yeah
Uh, bitch
It's mother f*cking eightone
Yeah
I came to take this shit
You hear me? Uh
Okay
Yeah
I'm doing damage
Soon I'll be impossible to manage
Like kids with tantrums
On my way to make another anthem
Ate shit
Now I'm eating with no table manners
F*ck the script
I ain't listen to the cable channels
Nah
The weed noisy light a candle
A white boy
Not the type to rock the flannels
I got that swagger
Boy a legend like Mickey Mantle
Feeling blessed
Like I'm Jesus in my dirty sandals
She eat me up, mm, good
Like Campbell's
We in a rocket ship
I think we boutta dip
Like the chips with the guacamole
I'm boutta go and meet God
He got a lot to show me
I'm gone
Yeah, okay
That pen n paper be talking
I just opened up my rap book
My hand get to walking
All these bars I be jotting - was
Always a nice guy
Sorry I lost it
Just hate when motherf*ckers treat me like
I'm less than a boss
Yeah it's
Partly embarrassing
Was always nice as f*ck
Over snare and kicks
Rap game dead
I'm repairing it
More far gone than a broken marriage
I barreled in
Nicest in this shit
Tat it on my skin, bitch
Yeah put it on my chest
Up next
Motherf*ckers don't pose no threat
At your neck like a razor blade
Call me Gillette
Just like the stadium
No patriotism in my goddamn cranium
Yeah
Uh, bitch
It's mother f*cking eightone
Yeah
I came to take this shit
You hear me? Uh
Okay
Yeah
I'm doing damage
Soon I'll be impossible to manage
Like kids with tantrums
On my way to make another anthem
Ate shit
Now I'm eating with no table manners
F*ck the script
I ain't listen to the cable channels
Nah
The weed noisy light a candle
A white boy
Not the type to rock the flannels
I got that swagger
Boy a legend like Mickey Mantle
Feeling blessed
Like I'm Jesus in my dirty sandals
She eat me up, mm, good
Like Campbell's
We in a rocket ship
I think we boutta dip
Like the chips with the guacamole
I'm boutta go and meet God
He got a lot to show me
I'm gone
Writer: Will Klamm
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