Shout out to (Wonder)

Uh Huh

Yeah

Uh Huh

Woah, Yeah

Aye

Mediocre

Everybody wanna be a rapper

You ain’t real but you play your role

And most of ya’ll pretty decent actors

I know real goons and they on the block

Hitting stains like they bleaching fabric

I’m a nice guy but got a dark side

We could get it cracking like my lips are chapping

Aye

Mediocre

Everybody wanna be a rapper

You ain’t real but you play your role

And most of ya’ll pretty decent actors

I know real goons and they on the block

Hitting stains like they blеaching fabric

I’m a nice guy but got a dark side

We could gеt it cracking like my lips are chapping

Keep my pen sharp just in case

I gotta throw darts at you average rappers

You’re style elementary, basic

My style more like doing backflips

They trying to deport Savage

But my people won’t have it

Disney world I’m doing magic

Act strange I’ll turn your ass to a billion ashes

I ain’t moving passive

I’m too aggressive

You can’t guard me so who you checking

Super reckless, you detective

Gotta watch them just in case they clocking

All of my speed, pack up the chains aye

Roll up the tress light it down

Then you blow out steam on a long day

With the gang in the hallway

Shorty pre-gaming foreplay

Spread love, that’s my forte, that’s all day

Ain’t bout the money don’t call me

Straight to voicemail

I hope it goes well

You’re record wack

But you got clout so it’s gonna sell

Oh well, you still

Mediocre

Everybody wanna be a rapper

You ain’t real but you play your role

And most of ya’ll pretty decent actors

I know real goons and they on the block

Hitting stains like they bleaching fabric

I’m a nice guy but got a dark side

We could get it cracking like my lips are chapping

Nice guy with a dark side

Keep it separated like apartheid

No love for the oink-oinks

I don’t mind if they get hog-tied or deep fried

For all the flagrant, foul crimes

They commit against my people

SAB Boy made a grown man cry

That’s how I know my flow regal

Now get ready for the sequel (Ah)

I’m bout to pop like a weasel

I paint the picture on the easel (Ah)

Cause my art will never be venal (sSah)

Take a look up at the speigel (Ah)

My skin darker than some treacle

I peep they parched from the (Mm, yeah)

Bars precise like a needle

Escanor in the sunlight

Mean rights like I’m Almight

Labels steal off of 360’s

That’s quite obtuse

Something ain’t right

We already got

Drake, Uzi, Lil Wayne, Cole, Dot be yourself

I peep the clout chasing player hating publications

Won’t support no one else

Talking bout my music hard (Woah)

But I don’t have enough followers

I did 100 tickets independent

For my release party ya’ll some swallowers (Pop)

Say they support good music

They more worried about numbers

If I became a mumble rapper

That will be like when KD left the Thunder

Shoutout to (Wonder)

They hating, mediocre

Clout chasing, mediocre

Foul playing, mediocre

Accusations, mediocre

They hating, mediocre

Clout chasing, mediocre

Foul playing, mediocre

Accusations, mediocre

They hating, mediocre

Clout chasing, mediocre

Foul playing, mediocre

Accusations, mediocre