[Intro]
Look, let's cut the bullshit, alright?
If you can hang, fine, if you can't, pshh
Let's not pretend anymore
(Yeah yeah yeah) Yeah, yeah
(R-r-r-run tings rude boy) Yeah, uhh
[Verse 1: IDK]
Baby scale mean balance, the Gabby Douglas of rap
The conscious nigga that can teach on trap
The one that everybody saying sound like this or that
But more or less, number one when I piss on tracks
I'm here, got my hand up in a class full of dummies
It's funny, back then they ain't want me now they still don't want me
It's funny, I'm still in the race with your major label signee
So I don't need a TIP my attitude been on Tiny
You been origami, you been folding, filling your folders up
But still sleep I'm just scolding my eyes is never shut
Shut the fuck up, I fuck up a cup, I fuck up a check
And if you fuck with me then you know who that I'm fucking up next (you)
The best new nigga just clocked in, ching-ching
Nine out of ten new rappers, doo-doo rappers
They say lyrics ain't cool no more, I'm like "Sheesh
I guess after this shit drop, I might peace" (Bye)
Deuces up with a deuce-deuce in my boot
I'll never call it truce, I boom boom and then reply, oops (My bad)
I play the flute while you play your position
If your position is snake, I know when the playing's finished
I know when the aim is different, I been shooting for stars
You just shooting for the money, I'm aiming to hit they hearts, flatline
I'm here to straighten all these rappers up, flat iron
They counted me out before we even hit halftime
Look, let's cut the bullshit, alright?
If you can hang, fine, if you can't, pshh
Let's not pretend anymore
(Yeah yeah yeah) Yeah, yeah
(R-r-r-run tings rude boy) Yeah, uhh
[Verse 1: IDK]
Baby scale mean balance, the Gabby Douglas of rap
The conscious nigga that can teach on trap
The one that everybody saying sound like this or that
But more or less, number one when I piss on tracks
I'm here, got my hand up in a class full of dummies
It's funny, back then they ain't want me now they still don't want me
It's funny, I'm still in the race with your major label signee
So I don't need a TIP my attitude been on Tiny
You been origami, you been folding, filling your folders up
But still sleep I'm just scolding my eyes is never shut
Shut the fuck up, I fuck up a cup, I fuck up a check
And if you fuck with me then you know who that I'm fucking up next (you)
The best new nigga just clocked in, ching-ching
Nine out of ten new rappers, doo-doo rappers
They say lyrics ain't cool no more, I'm like "Sheesh
I guess after this shit drop, I might peace" (Bye)
Deuces up with a deuce-deuce in my boot
I'll never call it truce, I boom boom and then reply, oops (My bad)
I play the flute while you play your position
If your position is snake, I know when the playing's finished
I know when the aim is different, I been shooting for stars
You just shooting for the money, I'm aiming to hit they hearts, flatline
I'm here to straighten all these rappers up, flat iron
They counted me out before we even hit halftime
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