Down on my luck

Found out I suck

Got fat issues in need of a tummy tuckWho do I trust

No one I must

Rely upon myself

Everybody else can get fucked

Lately I′ve been a bit bothered

Adults are acting like toddlers

Still talking that high school drama

Not me Hakuna Matata

I ain't worried about your problems

If you′re on mine

Get up off em

I don't need nobody else

You ain't gonna hold me hostage

Helping me then expecting a favor

Hasta la Vista see ya later

You ain′t a friend just an imitator

Backstabbing is in your nature

Lie to my face I ain′t gon thank ya

Wipe yo face take off the make up

That mask doesn't make you Jason

I see what your made of

Lately I′ve been contemplating

Does my life need rearranging

All I ever say is maybe

Ok I'm procrastinating

It′s a problem I'm tryna change it

But I don′t have any patience

ADD no medication

Time to change the conversation

You don't wanna catch me

With a bad attitude

You don't know me well enough

Cause I be the type of dude

To break bad just like Heisenberg

Killing nouns adjectives and verbs

Making something you haven′t heard

Take some notes and maybe you′ll learn

Who gave you a mic

To rap on it I don't hear nothing

Claim to be the best

You′re never part of the discussion

You say that you're hungry

I don′t hear your stomach rumbling

You don't have my appetite

My hunger makes the storms have thunder

Bout to snap at any moment

Thunder claps your final warning

When I rap it′s so explosive

Hands up for the son of Odin

Rollin like a locomotive

Poppin like a shook up soda

Maybe now you'll finally notice

Don't put baby in the corner

Down on my luck

Found out I suck

Got fat issues in need of a tummy tuck

I′m an arsonist

Whipping in a fire truck

Spraying gas all around me

Despicable like Daffy Duck

Don′t treat me like an alien

See I'm not a Martian

But I will be marching to be with you beautiful Ms. Martin

Time for us to get started

My habits can be hard to stop

Chances are

You′ll be caught hard like you're in an arm bar from Rhonda

My coffee′s laced with Bailey's

I′m swerving in a Mercedes

I put my babies on her face

I call that shit a play date

I feel like it's Christmas or maybe even my birthday

I'm trying to fuck all these bitches lined out on the dessert tray

My circle′s so small that shit look a period

120 in the left lane

But my car I ain′t steering it

I just wanna rhyme but they expect Mr. Lyricist

You're working overtime at McDonald′s

For that quarter raise

I'm setting hundreds up in blaze

And my checks I′ll still be clearing it

With even more zero's than binary code

Created a new style from some new and some old

Some jazz trap soul rock n roll

J Cole you know I′m gold

You're praising for a following

That shit don't mean nothing

I gained a thousand fans

Just cause I was mean mugging

Someone in front of a Dunkin Donut′s

While they′re yelling at me

Cause I'm cheefing something

Bitch shut the fuck up

I′m tryna hear what my speakers bumping

Thunder clap's your final warning

I′m psycho my jumpsuit's orange

Stab this beat right in the thorax

Don′t speak for me you're not the Lorax

Don't worry you′ll get your karma

Write you right into a pine box

I′ll ignite the mic see I'm hot

Don′t put baby in the corner

I'm an original step child

Red headed

I′m sick of the way you playground

You done did it

I'm putting my feelings to rest now

Oh petty

Cause I am a battery

Running on gravity

Killing the enemy using my energy

Frenemy Frenemy

Keeping and sweeping your secrets are leaking

Feeding and greeding the heart of the hopers

And jokers that may never see the tree

Of the seed they planted

Rip off the bandage

Tuck my feelings under my nuts

And tell myself to shut the fuck up you′ll manage

I used to hate the fact that I was born red

Carrot top bowl cut bullshit

Teacher says I suck at math

Doc says more meds

I got my good enough degree

And told the whole world to suck it

So can't you tell

I got no soul to sell

So sorry Charlie

My blood type is oh well

Loddie Doddie

No more taking me for weak though

I'm taking Tai Kwan Do

So I can kick a man to sleep hoe

Yeah

I ain′t on that hoe shit

These rappers think they know shit

I just let em talk but I′m no bitch

But bitch I'm sick like Covid

Gotta grind down while they filed up

Gotta big whip and big stacks to

Lack not when I pass off when I write down what I rap too

Gotta act cool like a class clown like I jock raps in the classroom

But I′m back at it like a crack addict with a bad habit so I had to

I don't flex chains just rap nice

Murder beats did that twice

I′m gods son but a holy sinner

Drink a Bloody Mary get baptized

That's real

Yeah

Cause I been on the road

I think bout life and flashy cameras wild out at my shows

I got this rapping shot on lock to easy I been on my own

They love to hear bout what I preach I′m teaching lessons in my songs

Look

I just had to switch the flow up

Come back on the beat then blow up

Lemme get one more verse when I pour up

Get drunk then fuck the show up

My gas tanks on E

I'm driving nowhere to go

Got diamonds all on my neck

And in high like I'm flying coach

I got a bad bitch beside me

She′s riding ain′t gotta license

I take her back to my place and we drunk until I start flying

I got 1 too many problems

99 I acknowledge

Are bitches that want my clout off a record I never showed em

Look uh see life been slow but moving fast

Hop in a whip and do the dash

I'm tryna get my money right

But lately that′s too much to ask

My flow so heavy you can't hold it

Lifting weights can′t help you move the skills That I've been holding

This shits no joke I killed a beat then showed it

And they don′t wanna run a track with rev I bodied that the records broken

Rev