Got all the people asking me like, "Kid, where you been at?"
I tell you to suck a di*k and mind your bis, but they did that already
Leaving emcees like confetti, they ain't ready
And this life's a bumpy ride and it's hard to keep it steady
Zoom in effect, come and see me with the glasses
I used to smoke weed right after I ditched classes
Like, "f*ck school, I'ma smoke weed until I die."
Yo, believe it or not, man I used to be one of those guys
But I changed, something that I thought I'd never do
Now you can find me sitting at home writing these songs just for you
Give me a brew and a mic, and you know I spit it tight
In the middle of the night, plus the words are out of sight
So you can't even see me, I know they want to be me
I be wearing a f*cking beanie, girls rubbing like I'm a genie in a lamp
Spitting fire out the amp, emcees stepping up but they know they can't plant my words across the f*cking land
I'm the man with the plan, and I do my own stunts like my name is Jackie Chan
So don't confuse me with Bruce Lee
You're like, "Who's he?"
Yo, that's like asking Slug who the f*ck is Lucy
Yo, so f*ck Lucy
It used to be the swag fags and now it's the f*cking hipsters
I fear the day it becomes all these underground listeners
f*ck when I swerve their sh*t, I don't even care about it
f*ck you overrated, popular kids and your whereabouts
Yo Tyga's in rack city, Lil' Wayne made a milli
I'm just rapping in the corner, do you f*ckers even feel me?
Like swerve b*tch, swerve
It takes a b*tch with nerve to get hurt by all my words
And it's kinda absurd and funny how you look for something special, when you're the opposite
I suggest you shut the f*ck up and find a spot to sit
Not the old school or the new school, I think that I'm the now
Plus, I got the f*ckboy, swag rappers just wondering how
Like, hop off the mic, eat a di*k with attitude, cos your girl bumps my tracks every time she's mad at you
f*ck you and your two cents and knowing that's nuisance
This isn't Hip-Hop or rap, b*tch, it's a movement uh
So get to moving, cos everybody moving
And stop f*cking tweeting, I don't care what you're doing
f*ck your Instagram likes and f*ck your new pickup
I put more f*cking hands in the air then stick ups
Yo, f*ck your boba, f*ck your dinner, f*ck your Arizona
b*tch, go outside and live life like you're supposta
f*ck you and your internet persona
I be sleeping on these f*cking faggots daily like I'm inside of a coma
f*ck your Tumblr quotes, simple b*tch, on that simple sh*t
Go find yourself a f*ck to give for all that little sh*t
And f*ck your school spirit, homie, I don't f*cking care
And we only show up cos we have to be there
Like I give 'em all they want, but they still want more
And they don't let us f*ck like I'm on God's bathroom floor
I keep it real to the core, they're trying to keep it together
Shout out to the old me for thinking he'd last forever
Sitting in a rocking chair, got the Zoo bumping, smoking bowls with your grandma, teaching youngsters not sure something
And this life ain't a b*tch, it's way too complicated
So I sit there writing raps while I'm heavily medicated of the greenery
Check the scenery of what it means to be a real f*cking fan whether or not you're feeling me
And who the f*ck said HideandSeekZoo who sounds b*tch made
I'll stab that f*cker in the rib cage with a switchblade
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