U Don't Even
Stuck in my room and I don't know what to do
And I'm just looking at my watch so I discover a clue
Time is a construct, my nigga, and I don't care about you
I'm just upping my stocks so I can buy a car at the market
Now I gotta go park it, my park job looking crooked
Anyways I say fuck it, I swear I'm built different
Now I'm sipping on chocolate, I buy your girl a Christmas present
And now I'm sitting at your throne, nigga, who's the peasant now
I'm scuffing up your crown, my drip is so intense
Got you sweatin' at the brow, I'm goofy like a clown
I make your girl laugh, I fuck her so good my dick erased her past
I stay skipping class, I don't need that shit
C's get degrees, but the V's? Gotta beat that clit
Fallin' on your knees, now you're beggin'
I'm giving everything that I got, I stay supporting my people
I'm everything that you're not
Gotta get down, if I climb too high miss the breakdown
If I swing too wide, that's a great pound
If I lie too big, I escape town
What I'm gonna do that if somebody just start following me
I don't really know, just gotta watch my back with a strap on me
Now I'm watching my back
You'd be such a stupid person
If you tried to run up on me and you tried to attack
I don't really like to make any enemies anyway brotha
Just cut me some slack. I'm the type of nigga
That'll try to diffuse this shit and buy you a snack
My nigga come back to the downtown
Come eat dinner and dig into this flounder
Get rid of that brown skinned white girl
Yes, the one with a fake tan
I don't gotta tell you that she is a fake fan
Anyway, that strain of white is a bit bland
You could get a roadie that's a little bit grander
Yes, the one with her own brand
Or the one that wanna be apart of your band
Or the one that wanna massacre the whole klan
Or the one that individually hunts down the incels
That post her pics on 4chan
I don't really know how you think you are the man
Niggas like you belong in a trash can, that said
You don't even notice me
You don't even talk to me
You don't even notice me
You don't even talk to me
You don't even notice me
Talk to me
Notice me
And I'm just looking at my watch so I discover a clue
Time is a construct, my nigga, and I don't care about you
I'm just upping my stocks so I can buy a car at the market
Now I gotta go park it, my park job looking crooked
Anyways I say fuck it, I swear I'm built different
Now I'm sipping on chocolate, I buy your girl a Christmas present
And now I'm sitting at your throne, nigga, who's the peasant now
I'm scuffing up your crown, my drip is so intense
Got you sweatin' at the brow, I'm goofy like a clown
I make your girl laugh, I fuck her so good my dick erased her past
I stay skipping class, I don't need that shit
C's get degrees, but the V's? Gotta beat that clit
Fallin' on your knees, now you're beggin'
I'm giving everything that I got, I stay supporting my people
I'm everything that you're not
Gotta get down, if I climb too high miss the breakdown
If I swing too wide, that's a great pound
If I lie too big, I escape town
What I'm gonna do that if somebody just start following me
I don't really know, just gotta watch my back with a strap on me
Now I'm watching my back
You'd be such a stupid person
If you tried to run up on me and you tried to attack
I don't really like to make any enemies anyway brotha
Just cut me some slack. I'm the type of nigga
That'll try to diffuse this shit and buy you a snack
My nigga come back to the downtown
Come eat dinner and dig into this flounder
Get rid of that brown skinned white girl
Yes, the one with a fake tan
I don't gotta tell you that she is a fake fan
Anyway, that strain of white is a bit bland
You could get a roadie that's a little bit grander
Yes, the one with her own brand
Or the one that wanna be apart of your band
Or the one that wanna massacre the whole klan
Or the one that individually hunts down the incels
That post her pics on 4chan
I don't really know how you think you are the man
Niggas like you belong in a trash can, that said
You don't even notice me
You don't even talk to me
You don't even notice me
You don't even talk to me
You don't even notice me
Talk to me
Notice me
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Writer(s): Robert Hite
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