ESSKEETIT (REMIX) Quadeca

[Intro]
[?] on the track
Ayy

[Pre-Chorus 1]
I've been making vids, I gotta edit
On the net, my shit be trending up on motherfucking Reddit, ooh
Everybody used to try and diss me, uh
Now they keep regretting that they said it, huh

[Chorus]
All my shit is ill, I need a medic
But they takin' all my vids, I'm never getting any credit, ayy
I guess I'm just doing what I can now
I'm the man now, fuck it, esskeetit, huh

[Verse 1]
Moving through, ayy
Got the newest shoes, huh
Real recognize real
Who are you? Ayy
Now they wonder how I do these views
And it's hard to figure out like a Rubik's Cube
Hard to put together like a two and a two
Fuck what I gotta do, already proved it to you
On the remix, but I ain't a remix rapper
All these bitches want my sausage, that's 'Jesus' backwards
Now, the words, they don't even matter
'Cause they like, "Hey Ben, bro, we need it faster"
So, I'm on a mission to spit
The most ridiculous shit, and no one ever figures this shit
Because I've written a million words to try to and fit in a minute
To sound impeccably brilliant, but I'm like, really, what is it?
Because then, when you take a look at what has really been written
You realize that it was shit, it wasn't really so different
So really, just listen whenever you are given a rhythm
And someone rapping on that shit thinking they're really the biggest
Because they're not! That's not hot
I don't remember the fakes, so who's that? I forgot
Nowadays, I look up in my class at the clock
In my brain, fuck the lecture, I'm just rapping a lot, ayy