Bored

If you the best of the best
Step right up, show the faces you meet you're a king
Rejecting the test (test)
That don't fly in my game, meaning you gonna bleed
The rest is a mess (mess)
Can't help you, not my dude, I don't care, leave you be
Still, you're checking the check (check)
82k to a car looking cold, looking sweet, but I'm sober and clean
My composure is me, no one notices me, but I'm rocking the beat
I don't drop anything, I don't got many things
Give me props that I need, when it flops, I don't leave
(If they wanna go)
That's just fine 'cause I don't ever say no
That's my life, and I don't listen to the grown, 'cause they not right
Don't ever do it how it's told, I'll be alright, yeah

If I fight this, I did, things they didn't like
If nine is, the meaning of my climate, light switch
Frightened, should've never typed it
Height was, not my favorite type of like
Four-nine, life is, shorter than a night kiss
My bliss, siphoned, by my greedy client
AKA my father with his white whip
Tight grip on the neck of my miss
"Bye kids", Mama didn't like him
Fight it, long after the tides rip

You know we back to the rappin' and axin' the fact
That I'm passin' the classes with F's, I keep laughin'
And stackin' my goals using all of the mattresses
Slept on by dads and by grads that are practicin'
Actin' like actin' is actually paddlin'
Into a dream that they hate, that they battlin'
Ask what I got that makes me any different
That's not a question I answer from ignorance

Can't-can't change them, oh well
If a hater tryna gas, you can send 'em to hell
But if you dig into the past, you'll see why they rebelled
Looking underneath the mask, see 'em begging for help
(Begging-begging for help)
I got this, only thing I talk: Big
I don't wanna stop it
Lame lame, not it, not until the coffin



Credits
Writer(s): Clayton Mazzaferri
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