Intro

First off I'm the one with the work/

Second run but I charm it on the first muh phukka/

(I don't even gotta talk no more you just really gotta listen)

Verse 1:

Mind potent I tap my forehead and connect

To time moments. My line open and

Laugh at every attempt to harass bro/

You know how many sessions I played back row? I'm spinning on the air now/

Oh you must not remember that I smash flows/

They forgot what I do. Same kid on stage with the lasso/

Asshole you want me to keep it cordial?

I keep an accordion, I stretch you in autotune/

Don't wanna do songs with him/ I beat up recording rooms/

According to Jim I'm in the gym like a bar for pulls/

That was a pull-up bar, these flows I don't often use/

But using my brain I got an office and gorgeous pool/

Awesome views, I'm in my own world

So sometimes I look at some of you like who the phukk are you talking to?/

Going at this shit like I ought to be/

These niggas can't phukk with the mere thought of me/

Hook:

We are not the type of niggas who follow trends/

For the most part, we the niggas that started them/

At the end of the day, they get all of this/

Every jab, Hit these niggas with retarded strength/

Call me out but a nigga never call it quits/

And every one of them hating can't say we aren't the shit/

But they'll keep a straight face when they talking shit/

Now you see what really lies in the hearts of men/

Verse 2:

My hole shit switched up back on my wild shit

Got a sweet tooth and obsessed with chocolate/

Undress a model come test my pockets/

I pop quiz a bitch and come test her knowledge/

I exam her friend to come test my balance/

You don't hear me tho, my mic check the loudest/

Way too drippy, I dress the stylist/

I pop up in the hood like I'm checking mileage/

Beloved I been on go since Phukkit/

To get a bag for trippin on beats, hold no luggage/

No baggage my flow magic your flow average/

You act macho man, really you no savage/

I take ya beat and toe tag it/

The only way to catch up to me is to go backwards/

Look I been around the globe/

And to be honest, ain't none of you bringing the talent home nigga adios/

Hook:

We are not the type of niggas who follow trends/

For the most part, we the niggas that started them/

At the end of the day, they get all of this/

Every jab, Hit these niggas with retarded strength/

Call me out but a nigga never call it quits/

And every one of them hating can't say we aren't the shit/

But they'll keep a straight face when they talking shit/

Now you see what really lies in the hearts of men/

Verse 3:

I don't hate, in fact, I don't even hate the fact that/

Niggas can't do what you do but still hating/

Niggas said I should hang it up on a hanger rack/

But I been on. It's a little too late for that/

Say I'm whack but I prolli laced your favorite tracks/

Major acts/ fell asleep and woke up and made a rack/

I got some Bapes and laced my son and then I made a track/

Hit export I sent a link and then I made it back/

Now, how great is that?/

Bitch I'm run of the mill and I'm asking where the Paper at/

Like a Chinese store what type of wave is that?/

She say me she love me and I never have to say it back/

Billy bad, I'm bout to make these niggas really mad/

Truth be toad I'm tryna lick a frog off a lily pad/

Higher than the pearly gates off the devil's cabbage/

I'm generous, he asked for it so I let him have it/

Hook:

We are not the type of niggas who follow trends/

For the most part, we the niggas that started them/

At the end of the day, they get all of this/

Every jab, Hit these niggas with retarded strength/

Call me out but a nigga never call it quits/

And every one of them hating can't say we aren't the shit/

But they'll keep a straight face when they talking shit/

Now you see what really lies in the hearts of men/

Verse 4:

I walk into the booth with the Middas touch/

Write with the same precision as a Snyder cut/

I'm fired up, Go consult with your higher-ups/

Tryna get high as us you'll need that ladder on a fire truck/

Fly as fuck like maggot sex/

Running against the currents make it hard to catch your breath/

I jump out the hole and put lotion on my skin/

Obviously, I'm tryna get the hoes again/

Mango Kush. Rainbow foots/

Walking in the bank like it ain't no look/

Now that's the meal ticket/

No, no no That's the real spirit/

They tapped in but they mad I'm Still kicking/

But I'm really in this bitch so they have to deal with it/

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