F**k Yourself
Ay Darkie, fuck these niggas up, man!
Spider gang, nigga!
Find myself grabbing at the air
I find myself tearing out my hair
When I stare at myself
I'm in terrible health and I glare
Into my eyes like I don't know I'm there
Unaware I'm the cause
And I gotta find a way
I wonder what mom would say
Not putting the bong away
Not letting me out
Not letting me shout
You rapping like shit
You shit on the beat
You look like a bitch
You fucking her weak
Been lit for a week
You look like a geek
I'm right at the peak
I'm feeling it leak
I'm coming off SSRIs
I got the jets in my eyes
I'm alive can I get some animal inside of my fries, please
Everyone lies, geez
I'm like I'm blind, freeze
I found my mind's keys (yuh)
Bitch stay out of my way (way)
I want that fade (fade)
Pulled up too deep and you pulled up with gang (gang)
You is a lame (lame)
We ain't the same (same)
Don't say my name bitch
I'll hit that lane switch
Dangerous, ranged hits (yuh, yuh)
Nigga shut the fuck up when his brain splits (yah, yah)
What's up nigga, you ain't famous (nah, nah)
Nigga get the fuck up off my anus (yuh, yuh, yuh)
Old friends, new rivals
My chance, survival, bitch (yuh)
Come meet my rifle
Leave you holy like bible, bitch (yuh)
Drum beat so tribal
Dumb ass hoe wanna spread that libel
Slut, yuh
Gun eat, your spinal
I'll shoot at your vitals till you idle, what
Guts, guts, spill your guts
I find myself tearing out my hair like, what, like what
Bald ass nigga, King Tut
That snap on the beat like hut, hut
Hiking it spiking it scoring it boring ass
Niggas be touring abhorrent to see
Tore it apart all the gore for the free
Foreign it start and she whoring to me
Weak in the knees
Vietnamese
Tweak on my penis and lick on it please
Look at her twitch
Leak on the floor
I got that little bitch seeking for more
Find myself grabbing at the air
I find myself tearing out my hair
When I stare at myself
I'm in terrible health and I glare
Into my eyes like I don't know I'm there
Unaware I'm the cause
Spider gang, nigga!
Find myself grabbing at the air
I find myself tearing out my hair
When I stare at myself
I'm in terrible health and I glare
Into my eyes like I don't know I'm there
Unaware I'm the cause
And I gotta find a way
I wonder what mom would say
Not putting the bong away
Not letting me out
Not letting me shout
You rapping like shit
You shit on the beat
You look like a bitch
You fucking her weak
Been lit for a week
You look like a geek
I'm right at the peak
I'm feeling it leak
I'm coming off SSRIs
I got the jets in my eyes
I'm alive can I get some animal inside of my fries, please
Everyone lies, geez
I'm like I'm blind, freeze
I found my mind's keys (yuh)
Bitch stay out of my way (way)
I want that fade (fade)
Pulled up too deep and you pulled up with gang (gang)
You is a lame (lame)
We ain't the same (same)
Don't say my name bitch
I'll hit that lane switch
Dangerous, ranged hits (yuh, yuh)
Nigga shut the fuck up when his brain splits (yah, yah)
What's up nigga, you ain't famous (nah, nah)
Nigga get the fuck up off my anus (yuh, yuh, yuh)
Old friends, new rivals
My chance, survival, bitch (yuh)
Come meet my rifle
Leave you holy like bible, bitch (yuh)
Drum beat so tribal
Dumb ass hoe wanna spread that libel
Slut, yuh
Gun eat, your spinal
I'll shoot at your vitals till you idle, what
Guts, guts, spill your guts
I find myself tearing out my hair like, what, like what
Bald ass nigga, King Tut
That snap on the beat like hut, hut
Hiking it spiking it scoring it boring ass
Niggas be touring abhorrent to see
Tore it apart all the gore for the free
Foreign it start and she whoring to me
Weak in the knees
Vietnamese
Tweak on my penis and lick on it please
Look at her twitch
Leak on the floor
I got that little bitch seeking for more
Find myself grabbing at the air
I find myself tearing out my hair
When I stare at myself
I'm in terrible health and I glare
Into my eyes like I don't know I'm there
Unaware I'm the cause
Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Wacksman, Joshua Hamilton
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