[Verse 1: Miles Powers]

I’ma cook yall, no griddle, take a look dog

Your little sad raps got shit on

Oh you Lo-Fi, go cry, so tired

Of the ones that promote but can’t write for shit

I can’t like their shit, tried I swear

You scared to be yourself ‘cause it might just fail

A parody of life how I write these tales

I need some detail, at least you mean well

Eat the beat? Yup, I ate the stems too

I hate to waste food, hate to straight diss

But damn it’s great fuel, so pray to Jesus

Like no one saved me bitch, who gon’ save you?

[Hook: Miles Powers]

Why you еxpectin’ shit from me?

I ain’t expеctin’ shit from me

Why you expectin’ shit from me, bitch?

I ain’t vexed this shit funny

Why you expectin’ shit from me?

I ain’t expectin’ shit from me

Why you expectin’ shit from me, bitch?

I ain’t vexed this shit funny

[Verse 2: Dahm.]

Shit I did five or six Vyvanses writing this

Right in my type of environment

Why’d you link mid? You should private it

My advice is find a fucking psychiatrist

Hypnotize so rhyming’s not in your mind

But if I supply it, feels like lines in your sinuses

Why you tryin’ shit? Learn what silence is

Just a little bit of magic that Midas shit

Boy you second fiddle tiny lil violin

I see you cryin’ why you tryna hide it? It’s trifling

Why oh why you want to act like you nice with it?

What you expectin’, a smile and shit? Naw

[Hook: Miles Powers]

Why you expectin’ shit from me?

I ain’t expectin’ shit from me

Why you expectin’ shit from me, bitch?

I ain’t vexed this shit funny

Why you expectin’ shit from me?

I ain’t expectin’ shit from me

Why you expectin’ shit from me, bitch?

I ain’t vexed this shit funny

[Verse 3: Thiago]

What you expect from the boy? Do not play with him

Bitch I been busy, like you gotta wait a bit

Stressing for verses like Spiderman pictures

You slapping your desk like you J. Jonah Jameson

Bitch I'm a menace, why you sweat me?

Need to get independent, not Mr. West

I’ma finish my sentence, I ain't hit you back

‘Cause your shit's not impressive now don't get offended

What the fuck are you sayin’ in your verse?

Think you're playin’ with your words, every line is a stretch

Feel bad when their feelings get hurt

So they all getting curved, what the fuck you expect?

[Hook: Miles Powers]

Why you expectin’ shit from me?

I ain’t expectin’ shit from me

Why you expectin’ shit from me, bitch?

I ain’t vexed this shit funny

Why you expectin’ shit from me?

I ain’t expectin’ shit from me

Why you expectin’ shit from me, bitch?

I ain’t vexed this shit funny

[Verse 4: Atwood]

Yesterday I had someone ask

When my new album's gonna drop

I wanted to pop off but I shouldn't though

‘Cause my album just dropped

I've had so many people that I used to know

Say boy you dope, and when you blow up

Just don't forget us little folk

But truth is I already forgot

All in my spot, they gettin’ swerved

Like they pedestrians

I'm getting all that I want

And they gonna learn that I don't got extra

I keep my hands on the top

Self-driven like I'm whippin’ a Tesla

Coincidental how you think you 'serve extra

Why you expectin’ shit? Bitch this profession