ESSKEETIT (REMIX) lyrics

by

Quadeca


[Intro]
[?] on the track
Ayy

[Pre-Chorus 1]
I've been making vids, I gotta edit
On the net, my sh*t be trending up on motherf*cking Reddit, ooh
Everybody used to try and diss me, uh
Now they keep regretting that they said it, huh

[Chorus]
All my sh*t is ill, I need a medic
But they takin' all my vids, I'm never getting any credit, ayy
I guess I'm just doing what I can now
I'm the man now, f*ck it, esskeetit, huh

[Verse 1]
Moving through, ayy
Got the newest shoes, huh
Real recognize real
Who are you? Ayy
Now they wonder how I do these views
And it's hard to figure out like a Rubik's Cube
Hard to put together like a two and a two
f*ck what I gotta do, already proved it to you
On the remix, but I ain't a remix rapper
All these b*tches want my sausage, that's 'Jesus' backwards
Now, the words, they don't even matter
'Cause they like, "Hey Ben, bro, we need it faster"
So, I'm on a mission to spit
The most ridiculous sh*t, and no one ever figures this sh*t
Because I've written a million words to try to and fit in a minute
To sound impeccably brilliant, but I'm like, really, what is it?
Because then, when you take a look at what has really been written
You realize that it was sh*t, it wasn't really so different
So really, just listen whenever you are given a rhythm
And someone rapping on that sh*t thinking they're really the biggest
Because they're not! That's not hot
I don't remember the fakes, so who's that? I forgot
Nowadays, I look up in my class at the clock
In my brain, f*ck the lecture, I'm just rapping a lot, ayy
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Did a mill' in a week, esskeetit
'Cause you know I gotta eat my lettuce (What?)
Getting hits back and forth, like tennis
Got no teeth in the game, need a motherf*cking dentist, ooh

[Chorus]
All my sh*t is really ill, I need a medic
But they takin' all my vids, I'm never getting any credit, ayy
I guess I'm just doing what I can now
I'm the man now, f*ck it, esskeetit, ooh

[Verse 2]
Moving hits, ayy
Got the newest kicks, ayy
Real recognize real
Who is this? Ayy, yeah
Hop on the track, uh
I want my bag, uh
Rappers talk through walkie-talkies
"Copy that" (Oh)
Killing everything viral, I'm the rap game sanitizer
Already burning, I really don't need to amp the fire
f*ck an amplifier, I'm the main, so f*ck an appetizer
I don't need endorsements, so f*ck the advertisers!
[Interlude]
Actually, I- cancel that

[Verse 3]
Lyrical sh*t is too boring for me
I mean, I gotta be the one to be destroying the scene
But if I started going off, that would be gory and mean
And unfair to all these other rappers pouring their lean
But now, do people even drink lean?
I mean, I feel like we left that in 2016
'Cause, to be honest, I don't wanna be like Russ either
Or an idiot who acts live everyone's teacher, I'm just me, huh
Under and under an achiever
Tryna turn a hater to a believer
I'm just going to the top, don't need a procedure
I'm just trying to get my money, get it much cleaner, damn
So what more can I say?
400K
So what more can I say?
This a quick special for 400K!

[Pre-Chorus 3]
Did a mill' in a week, esskeetit
'Cause a brother gotta eat my lettuce (What?)
Getting hits back and forth, like tennis
Got no teeth in the game, need a motherf*cking dentist, ooh
[Chorus]
All my sh*t is really ill, I need a medic
But they takin' all my vids, I'm never getting any credit, ayy
I guess I'm doing what I can now
I'm the man now, f*ck it, esskeetit

[Outro]
b*tch!
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