[Verse 1: Zero]
Never come out of my room
I learned to walk once I came out the womb
Learned to say "Fuck You" by 18 months old
Them words are likely to be on my tomb
This is not something I make up in songs
Living my life like I never do wrong
I only trust but I feel in my gut
If you fuckin' that up then you gone
Listen
I don't got to be apart of anyone's politics
And I (?) with the fact they got accomplishments
I don't get acknowledgement, with all of this really
I don't give a fuck about that story that you're tellin' bitch
If you can spit a rap then that's irrelevant
Stop rapping for the hell of it
This music shit is (?) developing
(People told me onto one)
They put me all up on a pedestal
Though their music is terrible
Oh, their rhymes need a medical
I am not here to partake in these games
I ain't switchin' on shit but these names in a room full of lames
You can't shoot with an accurate aim
Never change on my life (I'm the same, mother fucker)
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