#BadMemory Token

[Intro]
Shyea

[Verse 1]
Cocky son of a semi-automatic, what up? (What up?)
Your body language is too loud, shut the fuck up (Stop talking)
So funny would everyone would try and run up (Hey!)
I used to get laughed at for bein' different
Now I get paid for it
That's the come up I guess (Ayy!)
They used to yell over me now they say it under they breath
You ain't impressin' me, you pressin' your luck
Your luck is depressed (What?)
Some of my friends come for success
Don't even improve, suckers just said (What?)
They love me to death
I'll see if that's true (Blaow!)
I'm seein' right through you (Huh?)
Demeanin' my new tunes but streaming my YouTube (Ha-ha)
I shake my head and they bet
They ain't hearing my loose screws (I bet)
Talkin' to myself you'd think I'm speakin' on Bluetooth (Hello?)
You'll pretend (Yah)
No skills so you use your ego as your ornament
Such enormous heads that I can orbit them (Huh)
Spend years lookin' for that key to success
But when they find it, they realize that there ain't no fuckin' door for them
Huh, this is my shit (My shit)
Hop up in the cockpit (Get in)
She wanna hit the tropics (Okay)
I might take her to Boston (Maybe)
Tell her "Baby, you know the rappers who act like the shit
And the ones who are the shit?
Well, you've met the hybrid" (Ha-ha-ha)