 作曲 : BREUER, TOBIAS
I ain&#39;t even gon’ lie, 2019 I&#39;m &#39;bout to be on my singin’ s**t
Like, mi, mi, mi, mi, mi, mi, mi
**** you, you, you, you, you, you, you
Take your ***** this year and s**t
That&#39;s gon&#39; be the reason why
All of my peers is threatened by me
I can tell, I can see jealousy livin&#39; in need
These ****** sick &#39;cause I won&#39;t quit
They stuck in the sea, stuck in the wave
Stuck in the deep end of the spectrum
They drownin&#39;, they floaties ain&#39;t working
Should’ve just stuck to the beats
Even though your body is a he, you really a she
Fans’ll say your rappin&#39; is a A when it’s really a D
They get a B for brainwash, the sucky disease
Worst part of that is you believe, sneeze
I&#39;m cold as 23 degrees below the only number startin&#39; with a Z
That&#39;s why they sleep, so I’ma crank the heat
So hot, the helium&#39;s makin&#39; it hard for them to breathe (Ahh)
I&#39;m still independent, I run my own s**t (Run my own s**t)
I can&#39;t say the same for ****** I&#39;ve grown with (Grown with)
But keep it real, I&#39;d rather split half of a mill&#39;
Than keep the whole hunnid, so my deal with **** is comin&#39;
I heard so-and-so say so-and-so&#39;s they only competition
I started laughin&#39;, you must be kiddin&#39;
&#39;Cause if so-and-so drop another so-and-so
You and I know your conversation is good riddance
With good mittens, you couldn&#39;t catch any ball I&#39;m pitchin&#39;
But this ain&#39;t a game of bars, no
This is a game about who you with and who you know
And if you with them ****** at the top, then you could blow
So here I go
I gotta keep a chopper on the table in front of the Bible
So right before I spray, I pray
That don&#39;t nobody try me, high-key
Make &#39;em grow wings and make &#39;em fly away
I wish a ***** would try me, I&#39;m trigger happy
I wish a ***** would try me, gon&#39; make me happy
I wish a ***** would try me, I&#39;m trigger happy
I wish a ***** would try me, gon&#39; make me happy
This the s**t that make Carl Chery neck snap
This the s**t that make Rob Markman pimp slap
Your favorite blogger who&#39;s callin&#39; himself an author
But never wrote s**t about who I fathered, and that&#39;s awful
I know how this goes, you ****** sleep &#39;til I make a heap
Then all of a sudden you on my meat, proceed to beat
But ***** guess what, I&#39;ll never skeet
&#39;Cause I will never be turned on by a ******&#39; leech, capeesh?
Logic and his manager tried to ruin my deal
I guess that&#39;s what happens when you tell a *****
Who spent his whole career proving that he&#39;s black
But he ain&#39;t black still
But when you taking food out my fridge, I ain&#39;t gotta chill
And that for real, this ain&#39;t a diss
He won&#39;t respond, this ain&#39;t a risk
This is me sayin&#39; none of you bigger artists can c**k-block s**t
This industry is a *****
I been patiently waitin&#39; to blow
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the IDK show
It&#39;s the same as before with a lot better flow
And the melodies and the hooks that prolly take your ho, like
I gotta keep a chopper on the table in front of the Bible
So right before I spray, I pray
That don&#39;t nobody try me, high-key
Make &#39;em grow wings and make &#39;em fly away
I wish a ***** would try me, I&#39;m trigger happy
I wish a ***** would try me, gon&#39; make me happy
I wish a ***** would try me, I&#39;m trigger happy
I wish a ***** would try me, gon&#39; make me happy
Ayy, Eddie
Ayy, make sure you leave a little bit of, um, instrumental
So they can loop that s**t and, and, a-a-and rap over it and s**t
Matter fact, matter fact
I&#39;ma just drop the instrumental with this song
That&#39;s a good idea, I&#39;ma drop the instrumental with this song
I&#39;ma put it out with the instrumental, yeah