[Intro]
Would you like me then? (me then, me then, me then)
Would I be sick? Would I be sick? Would I be sick?
[Verse 1]
Man I'm new to this place, you can't Google my name
What a shame for someone that puts his whole god damn life in this game
Gain zero plays on the radio waves, but wait
Till he rejuvenates from the discrimination
No one safe when he raises a flow it'll grow a hurricane formation
Boy I just grew more dangerous
Eight days I ain't ate, instinct, in sync
I mean I'm influenced by starvation
I ain't telling you you sick boy I'm losing my patience
To these gimmicky faces thinking they spitting the dopest on a daily basis
When it ain't the case with eighty percent
I ain't playing pretend, but I'm chasing
A fairytale ending, throwing all chips in, a misfit, my shoes you can't get in
Imma make it my my, no other way is sufficient
Life is too short not to risk sh*t, b*tch
Don't try to insist it isn't
[Hook]
If I was popping, bottles of gin
Would that make me sick?
Would that make me sick?
If I was super, filthy rich
Would like me then?
Would you like me then?
If I was swimming, in women
And gimmicks, you'd kick it
Kick it with me
[Verse 2]
See I am what an artist with a pencil is to the devil with his pitchfork, but I needed more for a mean tape
So I cracked the programs I couldn't afford and found my own board, a cheapskate
Grinding on the daily, waiting on the day we
Take your head and chafe your f*cking face with the grip tape
If you ain't raising, the double v's baby
Get with it, my style will remain vicious
You a liar if my new sh*t ain't make you wanna rock like autism
Get off my c*ck b*tches, if you offended
You too damn sensitive if you got a problem with this, woah
Say my mama should've taught me manners
Even as a kid I picked out the p's and q's in my alphabet soup dammit
Too candid, you can't digest this sh*t
You need it chewed and spit to consume realness
If I never pay attention to your opinions, I'll save up and make millions
One day you idiots will realize what you're hearing on the radio is fiction
But for now you won't feel it till I'm talking idiot, for instance
[Hook]
If I was popping, bottles of gin
Would that make me sick?
Would that make me sick?
If I was super, filthy rich
Would like me then?
Would you like me then?
If I was swimming, in women
And gimmicks, you'd kick it
Kick it with me
[Verse 3]
Man Imma be honest, (alright)
I've heard your sh*t but I just wasn't fond of it (what)
Your sh*t is so depressing, you'll never catch an audience whining, like a b*tch
Switch your style up a bit, make some hits like Desiigner
Maybe then you'll be desired, pus*y
No one wants to hear you crying on how you trying to find yourself
We wanna hear about smoking, sipping, and wealth
Now that sh*t sells, yo, that'll get you felt (what)
Wait! I don't think you get it!
Yo, you don't know what it's like to live without some love insight
I have no shoulder for sure I can go and cry on
Never take a step outside the sidewalk without someone scoffing
I'M f*ckING AWKWARD! I'm locked inside a, dark cave with no torch that I can light up
I've tried spreading my music through these open cuts but nobody f*cks with me!
I guess I must release, something real gritty
Get ready, I'm bound to spread when I get itchy
[Outro]
Yeah, 7seaz
Vulture Vision
Yeah, word up
"See, that last verse, that's the type of sh*t I'm t-tha now th- now that right there, is the type of whiny sh*t, I said, NOT to do, NOT to do"