Stunned (feat. HBF Yung D & Whollis)

Why you talking bad, hold up get back
Got the music in the bag, yea i'm ready for the tags
Take a step back, yea that's pretty really bad
You don't want none of this, homie you gon be sad
Why you talking bad, hold up get back
Got the music in the bag, yea i'm ready for the tags
Take a step back, yea that's pretty really bad
You don't want none of this, homie you gon be sad

My mind it be Hazy
So close to a hit, I can taste it
Tryin drown my demons, wasted
Must be something in my drink, someone laced it
I was making this fire in the basement
They overcompensating
So unaccommodating
She was rocking with me, she upgraded
Accept me for me, don't be trying to change me
And these people they labeling, hating
Bring it on, it's okay I can take it
I am numb to the pain and the hatred
Come and look at this thing we created
When you grinding they don't pay attention
But when you get paid they be smiling and wavin
Is this entertainment
No
This is my Life
Feelin so high, like the kid is a kite
And she riding it good, like the D is a bike
In a world full of darkness i'm being the light
I want all of the pie
I need more than a piece
I need more than a bite

Why you talking bad, hold up get back
Got the music in the bag, yea i'm ready for the tags
Take a step back, yea that's pretty really bad
You don't want none of this, homie you gon be sad
Why you talking bad, hold up get back
Got the music in the bag, yea i'm ready for the tags
Take a step back, yea that's pretty really bad
You don't want none of this, homie you gon be sad

I don't want guns, I don't want fame
Really all I want is my whole name
I don't want guns, I don't want fame
Really all I want is my whole name
Look at that
Got all the homie's in the back
Day one
You be acting silly, that's Jonas, it's done
They think I be doing this for fun
Will they say that when I come up
Get stunned

Ya, Ya

Better re-up on your medicine
Like double the Excedrin, fucking take accelerants
Tryna be as relevant, intelligent as Edison, but you ain't got the motherfuckin' light
I'm an elephant
Only way you'll make a list is naming who I'm better than
Talking what you know nothing about, you Max Kellerman
Bitch you better run like unsettled gelatin, before I get OP like motherfuckin' LMN
Y'all don't really give a fuck about the bars
Y'all don't you really give a fuck about the lines, you
Only want a beat that's motherfuckin' hard
Couldn't really give a fuck about the rhymes, you
Hate it when I get so lyrical because everything I'm saying just goes right by, you
Like, "Could you slow down for me please?" Uh... Bitch, I don't mind, you
I ain't ever changing cause yo' pussy ass is hating
I could be the fucking greatest and I'd still be underrated
With the music that I'm making, you should have the conversation of retirement
And maybe you could make the observation
That you will never be as capable of saying what I'm saying
I'm amazing with this cadence
Yo my flow is suffocating
Like a noose around the neck, of the leader of the nation, when a democrat is talking
Or CNN is playing

Why you talking bad, hold up get back
Got the music in the bag, yea i'm ready for the tags
Take a step back, yea that's pretty really bad
You don't want none of this, homie you gon be sad
Why you talking bad, hold up get back
Got the music in the bag, yea i'm ready for the tags
Take a step back, yea that's pretty really bad
You don't want none of this, homie you gon be sad



Credits
Writer(s): David Casalinova
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