Rent-Free (Unmastered)
Oh, oh
Yeah, yeah
Higher Volume
Yeah, yuh
Got that long hair dripping
Like a whitewash Jesus
My city's washed up
And in need of prosthesis
They told me they don't want me
I was raised with the elitists
Rejection was refreshing
And exactly what I needed
Whole city would love me probably
If I was less like Mac
And more like Buddy Holly
But I hate to go and
Burst your bubble Bobby
But your ideas
Never stumble on me
Speaking of ideas
I got a couple on me
But I need somebody
Who can double on it
So the boy can make it
From this humble hobby
Yeah
God's been way too kind (Way too kind yeah)
I'm just thankful for my life (For my life yeah)
I feel your gaze. I feel your eyes
But the crazy thing is
Y'all don't ever come to mind
I'm in your head
And that shit is rent-free
Just know if I ain't there
Then that place is empty
They try to stop the glow
My city's filled with envy
But one thing they don't know
Is they can never end me
God been way too friendly
God been way too
Now if I get a show
That's on my time
I know what I know
I draw a fine line
People wanna post
On my timeline
What can I do
What can I do
Wack rappers wanna couch
And let their mouth slip
On my announcements
I don't care about clown kid
Who can barely fit inside his outfits
Wooo
You look better on your poster
How your rocking Jordans
When your ass is such a loafer
Friend of a friend
Well your friend should've told you
I am not the type of man
That you want to give exposure
You started playing games
So I went and got the closer
And Benge don't bend (Naw)
He'll just bend you over
Now don't fold over
I ain't even had my Folgers
I'm Ben Stiller's Purple Cobras
Before they went and lost their focus
Then I'm Vince Vaughn
I need platinum plates
I'm tired of eating Kimson
Shout out to the Yuk
Yuh, I put my kin on
God's been way too kind (Way too kind yeah)
I'm just thankful for my life (For my life yeah)
I feel your gaze. I feel your eyes
But the crazy thing is
Y'all don't ever come to mind
I'm in your head
And that shit is rent-free
Just know if I ain't there
Then that place is empty
They try to stop the glow
My city's filled with envy
But one thing they don't know
Is they can never end me
God been way too friendly
God been way too
God been way too kind
Yeah God been way too kind
Way too kind
Way too kind yeah, yeah
Way too kind
Way too kind yeah, yeah
Way too kind
Way too kind yeah, yeah
Way too kind
Way too kind yeah, yeah
Way too kind
Way too kind yeah, yeah
Way too kind
Way too kind yeah
Yeah, yeah
Higher Volume
Yeah, yuh
Got that long hair dripping
Like a whitewash Jesus
My city's washed up
And in need of prosthesis
They told me they don't want me
I was raised with the elitists
Rejection was refreshing
And exactly what I needed
Whole city would love me probably
If I was less like Mac
And more like Buddy Holly
But I hate to go and
Burst your bubble Bobby
But your ideas
Never stumble on me
Speaking of ideas
I got a couple on me
But I need somebody
Who can double on it
So the boy can make it
From this humble hobby
Yeah
God's been way too kind (Way too kind yeah)
I'm just thankful for my life (For my life yeah)
I feel your gaze. I feel your eyes
But the crazy thing is
Y'all don't ever come to mind
I'm in your head
And that shit is rent-free
Just know if I ain't there
Then that place is empty
They try to stop the glow
My city's filled with envy
But one thing they don't know
Is they can never end me
God been way too friendly
God been way too
Now if I get a show
That's on my time
I know what I know
I draw a fine line
People wanna post
On my timeline
What can I do
What can I do
Wack rappers wanna couch
And let their mouth slip
On my announcements
I don't care about clown kid
Who can barely fit inside his outfits
Wooo
You look better on your poster
How your rocking Jordans
When your ass is such a loafer
Friend of a friend
Well your friend should've told you
I am not the type of man
That you want to give exposure
You started playing games
So I went and got the closer
And Benge don't bend (Naw)
He'll just bend you over
Now don't fold over
I ain't even had my Folgers
I'm Ben Stiller's Purple Cobras
Before they went and lost their focus
Then I'm Vince Vaughn
I need platinum plates
I'm tired of eating Kimson
Shout out to the Yuk
Yuh, I put my kin on
God's been way too kind (Way too kind yeah)
I'm just thankful for my life (For my life yeah)
I feel your gaze. I feel your eyes
But the crazy thing is
Y'all don't ever come to mind
I'm in your head
And that shit is rent-free
Just know if I ain't there
Then that place is empty
They try to stop the glow
My city's filled with envy
But one thing they don't know
Is they can never end me
God been way too friendly
God been way too
God been way too kind
Yeah God been way too kind
Way too kind
Way too kind yeah, yeah
Way too kind
Way too kind yeah, yeah
Way too kind
Way too kind yeah, yeah
Way too kind
Way too kind yeah, yeah
Way too kind
Way too kind yeah, yeah
Way too kind
Way too kind yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Peyton Benge
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