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Lyrics:
YUNG CHOPPA:
I DONT FUCK WITH REAL PEOPLE
I DONT WANT THE DOLLARS YOU CAN KEEP EM
IM JUST WAITING FOR THE REAPER
WHEN THEY WEEPING, ILL BE LEAVING
THEN IM CREEPING WITH THE HEATHENS
ILL GO IN WITH NO DEFENSE
OVER THE FENCE
I HEAR THEIR CHANTS
I NEED MEDS
PUT ME IN A TRANCE
WITH NO FRIENDS
NO HOLDING HANDS
NOTHING
WANT TO AMOUNT TO SOMETHING
DONT RUSH IT
THEY CRUSH ME
IT HURTS
AT A CROSSING BUT
DONT KNOW WHERE TO TURN
THEY LOOKIN AT ME
I DONT KNOW
THEY LOOKIN AT ME
I DONT WANT EM DOIN THAT
IT MAKES ME MAD BUT I CANNOT REACT
BECAUSE THEYLL KEEP TRACK
[BRIDGE]
NOTHING
HOLD MY HAND, COLD I'M DAMN TRYING
BUT I'M STILL ON SHIT, COME WITH ME
YOU WANT TO HURT? THEN FUCK WITH ME, I'M
(x2)
JOAQUIN:
I don't fuck with robots, that never feel real joy
I don't fuck with fake girls, I'm the only real boy
I would much rather turn the gun loose like Loverboy
I'm no loverboy, I'm another outcast on his corduroy
Just like Roy, smashing through the battlefield
Little boy, nobody truly knows me out of my shield
Lancelot, I just prance a lot, through every beat
I stand alone, celebrating each one of my feats
Playing Street Fighter, maining Vega,
People don't remember me, unless the party needs Lou Bega
Mambo number 5, phone number 911
Took it from Tyler the Creator need it more than anyone
Any 1 any 0 in my code is fake
More lively than Blake but not Shelton
I feel like James like Sheldon, young Cooper
Limiting to no love and feelings, talk bout Storm Troopers
Talk about Superman, about Vaxio
I feel like an Oz tree, body full of vacuoles
I guess that makes me act more natural
Though everything out of my mouth is either subjective or factual
Feel like GTA only objectives or pastimes
Busy making shit, cannot remember those past times
When I, didn't care and was still happy
My voice was starting to sing and my hair was always nappy
I'm back to the past, watching Back to the Future
What is sleep? I'm real busy watching Meryl Streep
No sense of fashion, still rocking my PJs
Trying to be DJ, donuts on the freeway
Running shit like Freeway, testing out for Midway
Smoke wins in my room, and it's only Wednesday
- Genre
- Hip-Hop & Rap