[Intro: Sample]
“I like what’s going down”
[Intro: Consequence]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
See they won’t understand ‘cause it’s complex, Con
[Hook: Consequence]
This for every kid who put his projects on
And did what he did to get his progress on
Even if they had to take the context wrong
See they won’t understand ‘cause it’s complex, Con
It’s complex, Con
They won’t understand ‘cause it’s complex, Con
[Verse 1: Consequence]
You know what I got engraved on the gold yard
It said, “until I hit my grave, I’ma go hard”
‘Cause you know how many times I had a broke heart
‘Cause a chick wasn’t trying to hear the broke part
That’s that, you’re better off without me
‘Cause only ratting I’ma ever doing is Ratajkowski
I slept on cots and I hate cold floors
So I ain’t get this hot just to get cold sores
Or to have close scores, or to have closed doors
Ever get in my way or end up feeling my page
So save the lip service for Angela and them
Every time I’m on the web like tarantulas and them
I’ma catch another body, call an ambulance for them
Yeah the Grammy Family’s back, bring the laminas for them
'Cause every time I went in, it never went wrong
But when you’re going for the win, it’s complex, Con
“I like what’s going down”
[Intro: Consequence]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
See they won’t understand ‘cause it’s complex, Con
[Hook: Consequence]
This for every kid who put his projects on
And did what he did to get his progress on
Even if they had to take the context wrong
See they won’t understand ‘cause it’s complex, Con
It’s complex, Con
They won’t understand ‘cause it’s complex, Con
[Verse 1: Consequence]
You know what I got engraved on the gold yard
It said, “until I hit my grave, I’ma go hard”
‘Cause you know how many times I had a broke heart
‘Cause a chick wasn’t trying to hear the broke part
That’s that, you’re better off without me
‘Cause only ratting I’ma ever doing is Ratajkowski
I slept on cots and I hate cold floors
So I ain’t get this hot just to get cold sores
Or to have close scores, or to have closed doors
Ever get in my way or end up feeling my page
So save the lip service for Angela and them
Every time I’m on the web like tarantulas and them
I’ma catch another body, call an ambulance for them
Yeah the Grammy Family’s back, bring the laminas for them
'Cause every time I went in, it never went wrong
But when you’re going for the win, it’s complex, Con
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