[Intro]
Sudden-
[Chorus]
Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh
Lately, every word that come out my mouth you find straight from the hip
I've been living on color [?] no time I'm getting there when I get
Lately I've been trying not to go outside I hate how people get
What was your past rate?
You keep changing? We might have to castrate
What the f-
Where's the hits?
Yeah I heard all your beats wasn't hits
I can't argue with talent or lists
What the hip-hop hell is this?
Oh you mad, you not on some lists?
Bitch, Malcolm ain't die for this shit (Come on)
[Verse 1]
Uh, Shake it, Shake it, Shake it, Shake it, Shakе that shit (Ayy)
You tried to swing and you- (Uh, uh)
Ain't make that shit
Every shot that you takе is a brick (It's a brick!)
Every brick that you make is a miss (It's a miss!)
Niggas run in your house on they wrist (On they wrist!)
Bet the house you ain't touching shit
Pay your rent, get off of my dick, bitch (Man)
[Verse 2]
Lately, I've been trying not to go outside I'm still not doing shit
Layin' and Smackdown on jabronis 'cause they not followin' the script
When it comes to getting this money aimin' for that white like I'm Twigs
Told this white girl that I'm scared
Niggas that grew up on crackers they whole life be tweeting, go ho type that shit (It's facts!)
It's a trip
Oh you mad, you not grab a pic? (Grab a pic!)
Just so sad, you not on some list (On some list!)
What the hip-hop hell is this?
Bitch, Malcolm ain't die for this shit (Uh-uh)
Marcus ain't die for this shit
Rosa ain't sit for you bitch (Shake it, shake it, shake it)
Lately, I've been letting these rappers talk these [?] kids (Surprise, nigga!)
In the suburbs watching 10-9 Jake and lyin' bout who they is
Let's just get this clear one of you bastards touched me, dyin' right where you is
I'm a self-defense specialist
Get your brains blew like a cr-
Like a crip
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh you mad, you not getting rich?
You so sad, you not making hits
What the hip-hop hell is this?
Bitch, Malcolm ain't die for this shit (Uh-uh)
Martin ain't die for this shit
[Chorus]
Lately, every word that come out my mouth you find straight from the hip
I've been living on color [?] no time I'm getting there when I get
Lately I've been trying not to go outside I hate how people get
What was your past rate?
You keep changing we might have to castrate
What the fuck?
Where's the hits?
Yeah I heard all your beats wasn't hits
I can't argue with talent or lists
What the hip-hop hell is this?
[Verse 3]
Bitch, Malcolm ain't die for this shit (Uh-uh)
Marcus ain't die for this shit
Rosa ain't sit for you bitch (Bitch!)
Man, Thomas ain't die for this shit
Man, you ain't die for this shit
Man any- for shit
John Brown ain't die for this shit
Like [?] in this bitch
[Outro]
Hey, you ain't gon' never say I sold out and it ain't for you it's for f****** me, for my own personal satisfaction, I ain't selling out to myself, f*** what somebody else think
Sudden-
[Chorus]
Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh
Lately, every word that come out my mouth you find straight from the hip
I've been living on color [?] no time I'm getting there when I get
Lately I've been trying not to go outside I hate how people get
What was your past rate?
You keep changing? We might have to castrate
What the f-
Where's the hits?
Yeah I heard all your beats wasn't hits
I can't argue with talent or lists
What the hip-hop hell is this?
Oh you mad, you not on some lists?
Bitch, Malcolm ain't die for this shit (Come on)
[Verse 1]
Uh, Shake it, Shake it, Shake it, Shake it, Shakе that shit (Ayy)
You tried to swing and you- (Uh, uh)
Ain't make that shit
Every shot that you takе is a brick (It's a brick!)
Every brick that you make is a miss (It's a miss!)
Niggas run in your house on they wrist (On they wrist!)
Bet the house you ain't touching shit
Pay your rent, get off of my dick, bitch (Man)
[Verse 2]
Lately, I've been trying not to go outside I'm still not doing shit
Layin' and Smackdown on jabronis 'cause they not followin' the script
When it comes to getting this money aimin' for that white like I'm Twigs
Told this white girl that I'm scared
Niggas that grew up on crackers they whole life be tweeting, go ho type that shit (It's facts!)
It's a trip
Oh you mad, you not grab a pic? (Grab a pic!)
Just so sad, you not on some list (On some list!)
What the hip-hop hell is this?
Bitch, Malcolm ain't die for this shit (Uh-uh)
Marcus ain't die for this shit
Rosa ain't sit for you bitch (Shake it, shake it, shake it)
Lately, I've been letting these rappers talk these [?] kids (Surprise, nigga!)
In the suburbs watching 10-9 Jake and lyin' bout who they is
Let's just get this clear one of you bastards touched me, dyin' right where you is
I'm a self-defense specialist
Get your brains blew like a cr-
Like a crip
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh you mad, you not getting rich?
You so sad, you not making hits
What the hip-hop hell is this?
Bitch, Malcolm ain't die for this shit (Uh-uh)
Martin ain't die for this shit
[Chorus]
Lately, every word that come out my mouth you find straight from the hip
I've been living on color [?] no time I'm getting there when I get
Lately I've been trying not to go outside I hate how people get
What was your past rate?
You keep changing we might have to castrate
What the fuck?
Where's the hits?
Yeah I heard all your beats wasn't hits
I can't argue with talent or lists
What the hip-hop hell is this?
[Verse 3]
Bitch, Malcolm ain't die for this shit (Uh-uh)
Marcus ain't die for this shit
Rosa ain't sit for you bitch (Bitch!)
Man, Thomas ain't die for this shit
Man, you ain't die for this shit
Man any- for shit
John Brown ain't die for this shit
Like [?] in this bitch
[Outro]
Hey, you ain't gon' never say I sold out and it ain't for you it's for f****** me, for my own personal satisfaction, I ain't selling out to myself, f*** what somebody else think
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