Filthy
Let me get it started, let me say one thing
All these motherfuckers pathetic but what I mean
All they wanna do is get themselves drunk
Struggle in they life they rely on the drink
Talk shit, but I can't hear so I'm done
Why these people gotta decide to lose it all
Tryna stay safe so they pull up and run
I just wanna scream wanna yell say "fuck"
Walk down the streets yea, they pull up a gun
Understand me hard to think for someone
Leave it to me but it's weighing a ton
Did it for them so I call him my son
(Aye, aye, aye)
Why you coming late
All these motherfuckers fake like a tupae
Aye, getting to the dome you a sick hoe
Trailing behind, look alive I'm in killshot mode
Yea, gotta stay low
Looking at the girl I'm in fantasy mode
Tell her she my world that I'll never let go
You as special as a pearl yea you shiny yea you grow
Know my signs like a zodiac
I know myself so I hold back
Talk shit 'bout me that you can't prove
Try to tell me lies, bitch this is what I do
I'm the master of the bullshit they don't got a clue
Cuz I'm stacking all actions that I've throughly been doing
Got texts from the bitches begging for a second chance
When I hear my phone ringing I'm like bitch who are you
Yea, why you tryna act
Try to be nice give em what they tryna ask
Then they outta sight cuz you ain't gon' get it back motherfucker no
You ain't gon' get it back motherfucker
Back motherfucker with the clap motherfucker
Motherfucker ask, but get slapped motherfucker
Come back with a bag it'll cool you sucker
My vision fucked up, but I see it dumb fucker
Give her hickeys on her neck, so she call me blood sucker
Go to school everyday only wear one color
Hot as fuck but I'm still wearing black this summer
Fuck math, fuck school, I don't fuck with numbers
Look I don't know the things 'bout em all
You explaining everybody's fall
Running from ur past like a dad down the hall
Chasing after his son cuz he got in daddy's drawers
Who you think gon pick up ur call
Exes in the past it's the law
Everybody want the truth raw
But you tell em they'll be raving
Ain't nobody thanking
Jig us up, you fuckers who didn't do anything
Fuckin up, Derek Jeter like you on the Yankees
Call my mom tell her 'bout the worries that are leadin' me
All the heat is killing me and you already beating me uh
This boutta hit me like I'm soft when I'm Jacob R
I wanna give you all these things but you make it hard
I already feel this shit it's feeling like a heart attack
Wanna make an album with her
That would be a work of art uh
Acting like you know about my life
Everybody wanna be in people's sights
I don't even care about the monsters
I feel like I'm on a new lane, but I feel insane
At the same time I be working late nights
And I'm really feeling haunted, but I'm thinking it's the mind
Got a lightbulb hovering think it's fucking rhyme time
Thinking bout they waste line that's a fuckin' foul line
All these motherfuckers pathetic but what I mean
All they wanna do is get themselves drunk
Struggle in they life they rely on the drink
Talk shit, but I can't hear so I'm done
Why these people gotta decide to lose it all
Tryna stay safe so they pull up and run
I just wanna scream wanna yell say "fuck"
Walk down the streets yea, they pull up a gun
Understand me hard to think for someone
Leave it to me but it's weighing a ton
Did it for them so I call him my son
(Aye, aye, aye)
Why you coming late
All these motherfuckers fake like a tupae
Aye, getting to the dome you a sick hoe
Trailing behind, look alive I'm in killshot mode
Yea, gotta stay low
Looking at the girl I'm in fantasy mode
Tell her she my world that I'll never let go
You as special as a pearl yea you shiny yea you grow
Know my signs like a zodiac
I know myself so I hold back
Talk shit 'bout me that you can't prove
Try to tell me lies, bitch this is what I do
I'm the master of the bullshit they don't got a clue
Cuz I'm stacking all actions that I've throughly been doing
Got texts from the bitches begging for a second chance
When I hear my phone ringing I'm like bitch who are you
Yea, why you tryna act
Try to be nice give em what they tryna ask
Then they outta sight cuz you ain't gon' get it back motherfucker no
You ain't gon' get it back motherfucker
Back motherfucker with the clap motherfucker
Motherfucker ask, but get slapped motherfucker
Come back with a bag it'll cool you sucker
My vision fucked up, but I see it dumb fucker
Give her hickeys on her neck, so she call me blood sucker
Go to school everyday only wear one color
Hot as fuck but I'm still wearing black this summer
Fuck math, fuck school, I don't fuck with numbers
Look I don't know the things 'bout em all
You explaining everybody's fall
Running from ur past like a dad down the hall
Chasing after his son cuz he got in daddy's drawers
Who you think gon pick up ur call
Exes in the past it's the law
Everybody want the truth raw
But you tell em they'll be raving
Ain't nobody thanking
Jig us up, you fuckers who didn't do anything
Fuckin up, Derek Jeter like you on the Yankees
Call my mom tell her 'bout the worries that are leadin' me
All the heat is killing me and you already beating me uh
This boutta hit me like I'm soft when I'm Jacob R
I wanna give you all these things but you make it hard
I already feel this shit it's feeling like a heart attack
Wanna make an album with her
That would be a work of art uh
Acting like you know about my life
Everybody wanna be in people's sights
I don't even care about the monsters
I feel like I'm on a new lane, but I feel insane
At the same time I be working late nights
And I'm really feeling haunted, but I'm thinking it's the mind
Got a lightbulb hovering think it's fucking rhyme time
Thinking bout they waste line that's a fuckin' foul line
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Writer(s): Jordan Lozano-valdivia
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