Red One Hundred Emoji lyrics

by

Quadeca


[Verse]
The way I'm blowin' up is very lowkey
I'm the real sh*t, but y'all karaoke
I don't give a f*ck about a thirty-karat Rollie
'Cause when I spit this sh*t, y'all looking like the scared emoji
I can't look up to these rappers if they're below me
Got an army so big, it's compared to Kony's
Play this sh*t in the woods, see a bear named Smokey
Tellin' you to be a little more careful, homie
I'm very lonely, spotlight glarin' on me
And I'ma make it to the top like my parents told me
If you really think you're there, then show me
I'ma kill so many rappers they gon' have to hold a ceremony
For some reason, every white rapper is Eminem
This message coming from the Cloud, but it ain't heaven sent
I ain't Future or Futuristic, I'm present-tense
Then again, I've been sweatin' gems since like 2010
When Ben was ten, they said, "He'd never be ahead of them"
Like how they said that Trump could never be the president
sh*t, I don't understand that, bro
I'll put my finger in the game, like I'm Amber Rose
Damn, that's low, sh*t too heavy to handle, bro
I'm so ill, that Travis can't find the antidote
I guess what I learned is that our future can't be known
Look at the guy that this nation told to command the globe
You said Obama's from Kenya, now he's replacin' him
And the racism in our nation's not safe to live in
It's like my fourth grade math class- in the same division
But, man, the nation wants some change, and this the way they'll get it
Poor mother with a child tryna make a living
Scrutinized because you chose a different faith than Christian
But all of these rides, man, they ain't goin' to make a difference
Because the people with the power'd rather play than listen
f*ck politics, I'll admit, I got a lot of sh*t
On my conscious, and I've been haunted with on my confidence
My followin' got a lot of opposites, it's ominous
That people gonna suffer the consequence 'fore I'm coppin' it
It's obvious, Wall Street lobbyists run out the lobby quick
Half the nation feelin' like they Bobby, b*tch
White supremacy in America's anonymous
We need some thicker skin, but where the f*ck's the dermatologist? Yeah
I'm too preachy, it's too easy
To trash all of the sh*t that they be saying on the news, TV
But how the f*ck that did that even happen, like Houdini
Confederate flags with more than a few retweets
I don't want to be no ultra-typical liberal
That's repeatin' BuzzFeed bullsh*t like a ritual
I don't wanna pander fake sh*t to seem political
I just wanna be critical as an individual
f*ck it! I sound like Filthy Frank
A bad internet rapper, but I'm still the same
I fill the banks, stuff bags like a pillow case
I build my rank, doin' it until I'm great
And I know the way I do it, I got hell to pay
I'm titanic, ice caps better melt away
No cool in the game, I can't celebrate
Until I'm really at the top, I gotta elevate, yeah
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