[Intro]
Yo, bro, if you made a song about Trump getting shot, that shit would go viral
[Chorus]
I would never do that (I would never do that)
Do I look desperate to you?
I do, I got rent and it’s due
It’s due like it’s pregnancy proof
And that proof is pending if true
'Cause I don’t put trust in 'em
But I bust in 'em (Bust in 'em)
I don’t put trust in 'em, but I burst in 'em (Burst in 'em)
I don’t be cuffing 'em, just to toughen 'em (Toughen 'em)
I confuse one of 'em for the other one
That don’t lower my love for them
I’m a doner, I’m blood with them
[Verse 1]
I’m a soldier, I fight for them
Put my fist up likе Trump for them
Fuck I hate when rappеrs pick viral topics just to jump on 'em
But my album ain’t done and it's getting closer, bitch, hallelujah
In the meantime, if she don’t hawk tuah I don’t talk to her
Fuck the rent is due (The rent is due), God damn (Damn)
Fill the schedule with Red Bulls and vodka crans (Crans)
Fill the vestibule with twenty bougie brolic fans (Fans)
Fill the bedroom with devils with long nails instead of horns (Horns)
Nails Instead of horns (Horns)
It was a horror movie when I witnessed him perform (—form)
'Cause his audience is just the children of the corn (Corn)
Plus they all look like school shooters loading a clip in a dorm
You’re my main girl, but I’m too busy to be yours
You only get my kids once a week like the dads who get divorced
I shoot my kid right at her head like Kennedy’s clapper did before
So why would I be rapping about a failed assassination for? (Never)
Yo, bro, if you made a song about Trump getting shot, that shit would go viral
[Chorus]
I would never do that (I would never do that)
Do I look desperate to you?
I do, I got rent and it’s due
It’s due like it’s pregnancy proof
And that proof is pending if true
'Cause I don’t put trust in 'em
But I bust in 'em (Bust in 'em)
I don’t put trust in 'em, but I burst in 'em (Burst in 'em)
I don’t be cuffing 'em, just to toughen 'em (Toughen 'em)
I confuse one of 'em for the other one
That don’t lower my love for them
I’m a doner, I’m blood with them
[Verse 1]
I’m a soldier, I fight for them
Put my fist up likе Trump for them
Fuck I hate when rappеrs pick viral topics just to jump on 'em
But my album ain’t done and it's getting closer, bitch, hallelujah
In the meantime, if she don’t hawk tuah I don’t talk to her
Fuck the rent is due (The rent is due), God damn (Damn)
Fill the schedule with Red Bulls and vodka crans (Crans)
Fill the vestibule with twenty bougie brolic fans (Fans)
Fill the bedroom with devils with long nails instead of horns (Horns)
Nails Instead of horns (Horns)
It was a horror movie when I witnessed him perform (—form)
'Cause his audience is just the children of the corn (Corn)
Plus they all look like school shooters loading a clip in a dorm
You’re my main girl, but I’m too busy to be yours
You only get my kids once a week like the dads who get divorced
I shoot my kid right at her head like Kennedy’s clapper did before
So why would I be rapping about a failed assassination for? (Never)
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