[Verse 1: Ekoh]
We used to fuck around and skip school on the daily (On the daily)
Then on the weekend we could break into the business skating
I'm faded on a couple forties, I should check the buzz (Check the buzz)
And gettin' judged by all these people when I'm with my homies freestylin' on the bus (On the bus)
On to the next spot like I'm just tryna cruise
I don't wanna fuck with cops, I got a gram of weed up in my shoes (In my shoes)
You know the ones, the Muska 901s
I've been tryna find a fresh pair on eBay wit' no luck (No luck)
Yeah, I'm like what the fuck I gotta do to impress? (Impress)
You only fuck with each other, that shit is incest (Incest)
I want the love 'cause y'all are fake with all the respects
So give me the ball and let me shoot, I haven't missed yet (Missed yet)
The fucking misfitted rapper, what's got these people listenin'
Ever since high school I've been the target to start some shit with
Get on the mic and I'm goin' off on the lookin' nitwits
So you got some issues with homie? I got the whole subscription
Listenin' to all this radio, you swear it's gospel (Swear it's gospel)
And I'm more like a mix of R.L. Stine and graphic novels (Graphic novels)
Michael Postle, some rejects that you've been writin' off
And comin' back to haunt you motherfuckers when the lights are gone
[Pre-Chorus: Ekoh]
Yeah, make a fuss
Takin' the game and we shake it up
We'll probably never make the cut
But none of us ever gave a fuck (Gave a fuck)
And they like "why you killin' it in every verse?" (In every verse)
Man, I only work this hard 'cause I'm so insecure
We used to fuck around and skip school on the daily (On the daily)
Then on the weekend we could break into the business skating
I'm faded on a couple forties, I should check the buzz (Check the buzz)
And gettin' judged by all these people when I'm with my homies freestylin' on the bus (On the bus)
On to the next spot like I'm just tryna cruise
I don't wanna fuck with cops, I got a gram of weed up in my shoes (In my shoes)
You know the ones, the Muska 901s
I've been tryna find a fresh pair on eBay wit' no luck (No luck)
Yeah, I'm like what the fuck I gotta do to impress? (Impress)
You only fuck with each other, that shit is incest (Incest)
I want the love 'cause y'all are fake with all the respects
So give me the ball and let me shoot, I haven't missed yet (Missed yet)
The fucking misfitted rapper, what's got these people listenin'
Ever since high school I've been the target to start some shit with
Get on the mic and I'm goin' off on the lookin' nitwits
So you got some issues with homie? I got the whole subscription
Listenin' to all this radio, you swear it's gospel (Swear it's gospel)
And I'm more like a mix of R.L. Stine and graphic novels (Graphic novels)
Michael Postle, some rejects that you've been writin' off
And comin' back to haunt you motherfuckers when the lights are gone
[Pre-Chorus: Ekoh]
Yeah, make a fuss
Takin' the game and we shake it up
We'll probably never make the cut
But none of us ever gave a fuck (Gave a fuck)
And they like "why you killin' it in every verse?" (In every verse)
Man, I only work this hard 'cause I'm so insecure
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