GENUINELY, WHAT THE FUCK 4ria

Been on the grind, bitch I’m coming up
Drugs just kicked in, coming up
Stumbling, you fumbling
Your luck is up
I ain’t fucking with you
If you try to fuck with us
Bitch
I ain’t nothing to you
I might need another drug
Cause I’ll never get the love
That I need or I lust
You’re a tease, i can’t trust
I’m a fiend for disgust
On your knees
Give it up
Best believe, I will fuck shit up

I will fuck shit up
I will fuck this up
I will fuck shit up
I will fuck this up
Shit is so fucked up

Feeling livid, I’ve been brash
Put the pencil to the pad
Committed to the exact raps
Perhaps, i lash back at cats
If they treat me like a rat
No half ass attacks
On behalf of the tracks
I stack up, surpass
The fact i show you the fuck out
Strike a chord, but i never struck out
Since the day I was born, I just stuck out
Bitch I’m really based likе I dug out
Bunt a ace
And run a double play
I lucked out
Sticking to thе scripts like I got muscle pain
Hustle and a dozen frames
Play the game for sudden fame
Summon lames to suffer
Till I’ve won acclaimed
Such a taste
Make a bitch utter my name
Till their bed frames are cum stained
Since my headspace is dumb weight
My stress baits days like a fun date
I would hate to address you dumb fakes
But I must babe
Like all of these dreams that I must chase