Call Log

Lately I ain't checked my call log
Ask em all, I ain't bout to fall off
Kill em all, tell em so long
They try to break me down, but I'm staying walled off

Uh oh, I'm back again, hi
They keep on saying this is it, why?
They keep on saying that I got evil intent
When really I write all these songs and get up on em' just to vent
I, been feeling lately like I gotta get revenge
To all these fucking mumble rappers talking how they so rich
But really it's a breeding ground to make these thuggish little kids
Think that wearing golden chains means you're ballin, swish

I walk in the bank and all of the tellers are knowing my name
But I ain't gone claim that I went off and did it this way, because of the money and fame
Because of the way that my momma has raised me
Giving my thanks to the ones that have made me
I put my camera down for a second
Cuz this game died and needs saving
AGH

Lately I ain't checked my call log
Ask em all, I ain't bout to fall off
Kill em all, tell em so long
They try to break me down, but I'm staying walled off (walled off)

Lately I ain't checked my call log
Ask em all, I ain't bout to fall off
Fuck em all if they wanna doubt me
And fuck all the dudes who ain't doing shit but still they talkin' bout me (oh lord)

Haha, you bored?
You keep on running your mouth
Steadily talking that shit, but you don't even know what you're talking about
Second album on the way
Better run off and hide
Real rap comes back
Oh shit, it's a new headline, WOO
You better pray for em
It's cold out here
You better go inside and stay warm
Better pray for em
It's cold out here
You better go inside and, yeah, aye

Making my way to the top
You better not get in my way
Bringing back the real shit
I can't wait to see the look on their face
"Bipolar was so great!"
Yeah I know that's what they all say
You don't look much like a rapper
Maybe cuz I ain't been taking no off days

I ain't tryna fit in
They asked for it, so I finally did it
What's the secret? Gone and spill it
Mmmmm nah, I think I'll keep it hidden
TRACE!