Antisocial
What can I say?
They feelin' a way...
They feel like they losin' they pace
I'm runnin' the game
They runnin in place
I'm celebratin' in they face
Antisocial!
Don't wanna fuckin' know you!
We focused like bifocals, yeah
We locals turned to moguls (yeah, uh)
What can I say?
They feelin' a way...
They losin' they pace
I'm runnin' the game
Antisocial!
Don't wanna fuckin' know you!
We focused like bifocals, yeah
We locals turned to moguls (yeah)
I been at it for a minute, took some time off to renovate the building
Now I'm back like the undead, diggin' graves for my killings, yeah
Stackin' money to the ceilings, me and my clique splittin' all the riches, yeah
This the lifestyle we livin', what? Master P - No limits, yeah
On a roll with the high grade, bumpin' Sade, feel like Kanye
Graduated from the bullshit - now everyday feel like my day
Got these haters starin' sideways... 'cause I'ma take it all like "Why wait?"
Always on the fuckin' move - I cooked this crack on a hot plate
I think I'm in love with the money 'cause when it leaves, bruh, it always comes back
"We don't love them hoes" but damn, I love it when she throw that shit back, yeah
She has a fetish for the fancy things
Im throwin' bands at her ass, I ain't talkin' flashy rings... I mean like
I gleam. I glo'd up. My team? I throw up
Your scene? That's slowed up. Codeine mixed with soda
Been on my shit like a baby in diapers, since Simpson was indicted
Since Clinton was fuckin' Lewinsky, I was taught to never let 'em keep me silent
So now I'm lit
Screamin "Fuck you!" to all my haters
Nothing you say could ever phase us
I'm fuckin' swangin' like a light saber
Smoke so much I'm a Skywalker
Spittin' facts like I'm Master Yoda
Jewels shining like C3PO
Heart cold like I'm Darth Vader
On the way up, to the top
Never see em, I just seen em drop
Never say shit, they talkin' squat
Always chattin' when they on the block
Give a fuck, yeah, I stir the pot
I'm a shooter, I just take my shot
Once upon a time, I was outta line
Now I'm on the grind tryna pop - so fuck 'em!
What can I say?
They feelin' a way...
They feel like they losin' they pace
I'm runnin' the game
They runnin in place
I'm celebratin' in they face
Antisocial!
Don't wanna fuckin' know you!
We focused like bifocals, yeah
We locals turned to moguls (yeah, uh)
What can I say?
They feelin' a way...
They losin' they pace
I'm runnin' the game
Antisocial!
Don't wanna fuckin' know you!
We focused like bifocals, yeah
We locals turned to moguls (yeah)
Look, yeah
I've been like this since a kid
If I ain't like you from the jump
Then I ain't really tryna chill
I ain't bout the conversation
If it ain't about no bills
Look myself up in the mirror
Like "You the fuckin' realest here"
Swear to God ain't got no fears
Everybody pussy, everybody scared
I be in my bag OD, AKA I persevere
I give a fuck bout wear & tear, I grind 365 a year
Give a fuck 'bout your opinion, I ain't really tryna hear it, no, look
I think that she fuck with my crew, 'cause when we do it, man, we do it pristine, yeah
Cool like the autumn breeze, calm & collected
When it comes to the money conversation, that's a A-B-C
C yourself out, "Peace!"
Got plugs from the burbs to the Ps
Now it's deals overseas, yeah
Steps to building a regime, look
Back On My Grizzy like Weezy
They hatin' on me 'cause I make it look easy
Y'all could go and get the Lasik
But bitch, you still can't see me
All these rappers so see through
And all my moves so scenic
They pop pills so they sleepin'
Boy, I got no time to sleep in
My name all up in ya mouth
Tell me what it's bout, tell me what's the meanin'?
'Cause in person I never hear shit
You would think I'm hard of hearin'
I'm 'bout to put on for my city
I know that my team fuckin' with me
So I don't give a fuck 'bout anyone else
I said it, I don't care how anyone felt
I do me & I don't need anyone's help
Y'all could miss me with the fake shit
This that outta line, in ya face shit
What can I say?
They feelin' a way...
They feel like they losin' they pace
I'm runnin' the game
They runnin in place
I'm celebratin' in they face
Antisocial!
Don't wanna fuckin' know you!
We focused like bifocals, yeah
We locals turned to moguls (yeah, woah)
What can I say?
They feelin' a way...
They losin' they pace
I'm runnin' the game
Antisocial!
Don't wanna fuckin' know you!
We focused like bifocals, yeah
We locals turned to moguls
They feelin' a way...
They feel like they losin' they pace
I'm runnin' the game
They runnin in place
I'm celebratin' in they face
Antisocial!
Don't wanna fuckin' know you!
We focused like bifocals, yeah
We locals turned to moguls (yeah, uh)
What can I say?
They feelin' a way...
They losin' they pace
I'm runnin' the game
Antisocial!
Don't wanna fuckin' know you!
We focused like bifocals, yeah
We locals turned to moguls (yeah)
I been at it for a minute, took some time off to renovate the building
Now I'm back like the undead, diggin' graves for my killings, yeah
Stackin' money to the ceilings, me and my clique splittin' all the riches, yeah
This the lifestyle we livin', what? Master P - No limits, yeah
On a roll with the high grade, bumpin' Sade, feel like Kanye
Graduated from the bullshit - now everyday feel like my day
Got these haters starin' sideways... 'cause I'ma take it all like "Why wait?"
Always on the fuckin' move - I cooked this crack on a hot plate
I think I'm in love with the money 'cause when it leaves, bruh, it always comes back
"We don't love them hoes" but damn, I love it when she throw that shit back, yeah
She has a fetish for the fancy things
Im throwin' bands at her ass, I ain't talkin' flashy rings... I mean like
I gleam. I glo'd up. My team? I throw up
Your scene? That's slowed up. Codeine mixed with soda
Been on my shit like a baby in diapers, since Simpson was indicted
Since Clinton was fuckin' Lewinsky, I was taught to never let 'em keep me silent
So now I'm lit
Screamin "Fuck you!" to all my haters
Nothing you say could ever phase us
I'm fuckin' swangin' like a light saber
Smoke so much I'm a Skywalker
Spittin' facts like I'm Master Yoda
Jewels shining like C3PO
Heart cold like I'm Darth Vader
On the way up, to the top
Never see em, I just seen em drop
Never say shit, they talkin' squat
Always chattin' when they on the block
Give a fuck, yeah, I stir the pot
I'm a shooter, I just take my shot
Once upon a time, I was outta line
Now I'm on the grind tryna pop - so fuck 'em!
What can I say?
They feelin' a way...
They feel like they losin' they pace
I'm runnin' the game
They runnin in place
I'm celebratin' in they face
Antisocial!
Don't wanna fuckin' know you!
We focused like bifocals, yeah
We locals turned to moguls (yeah, uh)
What can I say?
They feelin' a way...
They losin' they pace
I'm runnin' the game
Antisocial!
Don't wanna fuckin' know you!
We focused like bifocals, yeah
We locals turned to moguls (yeah)
Look, yeah
I've been like this since a kid
If I ain't like you from the jump
Then I ain't really tryna chill
I ain't bout the conversation
If it ain't about no bills
Look myself up in the mirror
Like "You the fuckin' realest here"
Swear to God ain't got no fears
Everybody pussy, everybody scared
I be in my bag OD, AKA I persevere
I give a fuck bout wear & tear, I grind 365 a year
Give a fuck 'bout your opinion, I ain't really tryna hear it, no, look
I think that she fuck with my crew, 'cause when we do it, man, we do it pristine, yeah
Cool like the autumn breeze, calm & collected
When it comes to the money conversation, that's a A-B-C
C yourself out, "Peace!"
Got plugs from the burbs to the Ps
Now it's deals overseas, yeah
Steps to building a regime, look
Back On My Grizzy like Weezy
They hatin' on me 'cause I make it look easy
Y'all could go and get the Lasik
But bitch, you still can't see me
All these rappers so see through
And all my moves so scenic
They pop pills so they sleepin'
Boy, I got no time to sleep in
My name all up in ya mouth
Tell me what it's bout, tell me what's the meanin'?
'Cause in person I never hear shit
You would think I'm hard of hearin'
I'm 'bout to put on for my city
I know that my team fuckin' with me
So I don't give a fuck 'bout anyone else
I said it, I don't care how anyone felt
I do me & I don't need anyone's help
Y'all could miss me with the fake shit
This that outta line, in ya face shit
What can I say?
They feelin' a way...
They feel like they losin' they pace
I'm runnin' the game
They runnin in place
I'm celebratin' in they face
Antisocial!
Don't wanna fuckin' know you!
We focused like bifocals, yeah
We locals turned to moguls (yeah, woah)
What can I say?
They feelin' a way...
They losin' they pace
I'm runnin' the game
Antisocial!
Don't wanna fuckin' know you!
We focused like bifocals, yeah
We locals turned to moguls
Credits
Writer(s): Delly Flay
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