G.T.F.O.M.F.
They telling me that and they selling me this, I resist
You come with that lip, I don't trip, I insist
Get the fuck out my face with that shit
Uh-huh, okay, yeah yeah, alright
Follow no leader and bow to no king
Pray to no god, wake up from that dream
You stick with that scheme, you a punk fish swimming upstream
Against the shit machine, my funk fit's picking up steam
No idols excite me, they ain't even like me
They lie to me pridefully, daily and nightly
Strike me as hustlers, them ads that they run
Let's hang all these fuckers, they masters of none
But everywhere I go, they all in my ear
Infiltrate all my fears and then bathe in my tears
My statement this year is abrasive, but clear
I may be severe, but I'll play it sincere because
They telling me that and they selling me this, I resist
You come with that lip, I don't trip, I insist
Get the fuck out my face with that shit
Uh-huh, okay, yeah yeah, alright
Aw, shit! I'm sick of Black music!
It's useless! You rappers all front, but don't do shit!
Moaning all your lyrics, grown male bitches
Diving in for riches
When you should be digging ditches for yourselves
Punk ass motherfucking tap-dancing Sambos
Stand right next to that Klansman
We don't need to waste no ammo
Two birds, one stone, bro I got one mode
Go hard or go home, this road here is my own
When I get my rhyme on, your icons be bygone
Cowardly lions, get the fuck off my lawn
Progressive I live, but no fucks left to give
So when White women Whitesplain what Mansplaining is
I'm like, bitch do I look like your global oppressor?"
Where you think I learned the word bitch from
Kenya? Keep guessin'
This language that we anguish with ain't even ours
And neither are
The streets, cars, weed or tar, drinks, bars, links or cause
Think and pause before you pin it all on a little nigga talk
That's English you penis, we Negroes rip it off
So opinions, advice, criticisms, all types
You can pitch 'em, that's nice, but I dig no device
Infringing on my right to get hype, wanna fight
I toss and I turn with concern in the night
I like that I struggle, I hate that I struggle
No break from this puddle encased in my bubble
Misplaced in this shuffle my layers grow grayer
Exhaling like Vader, I trouble naysayers
But everywhere I go, they all in my ear
They bathe in my tears, infiltrate all my fears
My statement this year is abrasive, but clear
I may be severe, but I'll play it sincere, 'cause they
They telling me that and they selling me this, I resist
You come with that lip, I don't trip, I insist
Get the fuck out my face with that shit
Uh-huh, okay, yeah yeah, alright
Yes, Many persist like they can't take a hint
Get the fuck out my face! Are you reading my lips?
Do you walk what you talk with them sweet politics?
When you sick of the script, pages blaze and get lit
Get a grip, take a hit, from the tip of the brain
Some limp into the barn on some charm I can't attain
But my arms are plenty long, so any song that I be on
It isn't wrong, but ain't quite right
Like a bright white for a night-light
The nightlife of the nigro is intro'd to the limelight
And it all hangs on the White hype
Though they might gripe and they might bite
So I psyche mics in the twilight
Write nice, but I write left and a hard left
Like a harness hauled all night to the far right
Then I let it go like the letter 'O'
When I know a fucking rapper edible
Whether credible or with no credit bro
I'ma get a bowl and in my belly go
The many itty bitty hideous souls
Seeking the fold, being the mold
Yellow as pee in the snow
Be in the know? None of you I need to know
No! Stubbornly shaking my fist as if it's with a rubbery wrist
My people been utterly pimped
Luxury gimps, notice we subtly limp
Suddenly thuggery isn't so dense
A summary tense, a bloody event, nobody repent
My buddy I'm bent, my grumpy lament, no money intent
I'm running against the funniest list
Of dummies and pricks whose money resents
The sacrifices that our vices had to pay your prices
And with license I incite this as a spite to all your crisis, like
Too too little, too too late, G-T-F-O-M-F
Y'all telling us that, while you selling us this, eat a dick
You better off pleading the fifth, what is this?
Get the fuck out my face with that shit
Uh-Huh! Okay! Yeah Yeah! Alright!
They telling me that and they selling me this, I resist
You come with that lip, I don't trip, I insist
Get the fuck out my face with that shit
Uh-huh, okay, yeah yeah, alright
Whoo! When we in rebellion what we tell 'em?
Uh-huh, okay, yeah yeah, alright
Uh-huh, Uh-huh, Uh-huh, Uh-huh
Uh-huh! Okay! Yeah Yeah! Alright!
Uh-huh, Uh-huh, Uh-huh, Uh-huh
That's some bomb shit
You come with that lip, I don't trip, I insist
Get the fuck out my face with that shit
Uh-huh, okay, yeah yeah, alright
Follow no leader and bow to no king
Pray to no god, wake up from that dream
You stick with that scheme, you a punk fish swimming upstream
Against the shit machine, my funk fit's picking up steam
No idols excite me, they ain't even like me
They lie to me pridefully, daily and nightly
Strike me as hustlers, them ads that they run
Let's hang all these fuckers, they masters of none
But everywhere I go, they all in my ear
Infiltrate all my fears and then bathe in my tears
My statement this year is abrasive, but clear
I may be severe, but I'll play it sincere because
They telling me that and they selling me this, I resist
You come with that lip, I don't trip, I insist
Get the fuck out my face with that shit
Uh-huh, okay, yeah yeah, alright
Aw, shit! I'm sick of Black music!
It's useless! You rappers all front, but don't do shit!
Moaning all your lyrics, grown male bitches
Diving in for riches
When you should be digging ditches for yourselves
Punk ass motherfucking tap-dancing Sambos
Stand right next to that Klansman
We don't need to waste no ammo
Two birds, one stone, bro I got one mode
Go hard or go home, this road here is my own
When I get my rhyme on, your icons be bygone
Cowardly lions, get the fuck off my lawn
Progressive I live, but no fucks left to give
So when White women Whitesplain what Mansplaining is
I'm like, bitch do I look like your global oppressor?"
Where you think I learned the word bitch from
Kenya? Keep guessin'
This language that we anguish with ain't even ours
And neither are
The streets, cars, weed or tar, drinks, bars, links or cause
Think and pause before you pin it all on a little nigga talk
That's English you penis, we Negroes rip it off
So opinions, advice, criticisms, all types
You can pitch 'em, that's nice, but I dig no device
Infringing on my right to get hype, wanna fight
I toss and I turn with concern in the night
I like that I struggle, I hate that I struggle
No break from this puddle encased in my bubble
Misplaced in this shuffle my layers grow grayer
Exhaling like Vader, I trouble naysayers
But everywhere I go, they all in my ear
They bathe in my tears, infiltrate all my fears
My statement this year is abrasive, but clear
I may be severe, but I'll play it sincere, 'cause they
They telling me that and they selling me this, I resist
You come with that lip, I don't trip, I insist
Get the fuck out my face with that shit
Uh-huh, okay, yeah yeah, alright
Yes, Many persist like they can't take a hint
Get the fuck out my face! Are you reading my lips?
Do you walk what you talk with them sweet politics?
When you sick of the script, pages blaze and get lit
Get a grip, take a hit, from the tip of the brain
Some limp into the barn on some charm I can't attain
But my arms are plenty long, so any song that I be on
It isn't wrong, but ain't quite right
Like a bright white for a night-light
The nightlife of the nigro is intro'd to the limelight
And it all hangs on the White hype
Though they might gripe and they might bite
So I psyche mics in the twilight
Write nice, but I write left and a hard left
Like a harness hauled all night to the far right
Then I let it go like the letter 'O'
When I know a fucking rapper edible
Whether credible or with no credit bro
I'ma get a bowl and in my belly go
The many itty bitty hideous souls
Seeking the fold, being the mold
Yellow as pee in the snow
Be in the know? None of you I need to know
No! Stubbornly shaking my fist as if it's with a rubbery wrist
My people been utterly pimped
Luxury gimps, notice we subtly limp
Suddenly thuggery isn't so dense
A summary tense, a bloody event, nobody repent
My buddy I'm bent, my grumpy lament, no money intent
I'm running against the funniest list
Of dummies and pricks whose money resents
The sacrifices that our vices had to pay your prices
And with license I incite this as a spite to all your crisis, like
Too too little, too too late, G-T-F-O-M-F
Y'all telling us that, while you selling us this, eat a dick
You better off pleading the fifth, what is this?
Get the fuck out my face with that shit
Uh-Huh! Okay! Yeah Yeah! Alright!
They telling me that and they selling me this, I resist
You come with that lip, I don't trip, I insist
Get the fuck out my face with that shit
Uh-huh, okay, yeah yeah, alright
Whoo! When we in rebellion what we tell 'em?
Uh-huh, okay, yeah yeah, alright
Uh-huh, Uh-huh, Uh-huh, Uh-huh
Uh-huh! Okay! Yeah Yeah! Alright!
Uh-huh, Uh-huh, Uh-huh, Uh-huh
That's some bomb shit
Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Battle
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