POSTER kids

I seen things I'm sorry
I can't participate
The reason being
It's fixed
I heard they rigged the game
I need space
I'm feeling like hyperventilate
Pom poms in they arms
Tell me who you cheering for

Y'all always choking
I see that you need the heimlich
Anything that I touch turns to gold
Always timeless
Manipulate the system I see the people depriving
Do what they told like Simon offensive like lineman, (huh)
I'm active stacking up don't ever touch my fortune
I only eat Buffet I don't ever take in portions
They throwing up the white flag and Ofcourse we made em forfeit
It's really condescending but I mouth off when I spend it, when I spend it, got the whole world in motion when I spin it, when I spin it (uhh)
Blow job when I'm finished
When I'm finished
When I gotta say what I say they gon talk back nah
I ain't gone stand for it like kaioken

I seen things I'm sorry
I can't participate
The reason being
It's fixed
I heard they rigged the game
I need space
I'm feeling like hyperventilate
Pom poms in they arms
Tell me who you cheering for

I found my way
Told Lil shorty
Get out the way
Cuz all these bitches
Scheming claim
Babies is on the way
Couple shorties Norwegian
Got babies up on they face
I thought I knew ya
Don't beat around the bush
I'm on a mission babe
Greedy with the paper
Bar mitzvah
I need all that
Money fallin
Well be fine fasho
The birds flippin we deep up
The suburban high
Ain't no passé
Couple vibes up in the ride
Hey mr. I see you skipping
Class like you bugler
Abuser
Red shirt with the vans
Frequent user

Yeah they say they all talk
What they really on?
Yeah we do this non stop
Turn the tele on
If you pause for a second
It's subliminal
I need figi
Need the water with the minerals
And I never fold
Movin with the pack
Like I'm Beowulf
Stay a float
This is sink or swim
What you playin for?
Waitin for?
This the wilderness
What you prayin for?
Stand still
Droppin on the beat
Like an anvil
Fancy, like Iggy
Finna pop let it fizzy
Nasty, like Vicky
But I'm still gon keep her busy
She upset, she too messy
She depressed, I been missin
She a test, she been tempting
She been tending to me

I seen things I'm sorry
I can't participate
The reason being
It's fixed
I heard they rigged the game
I need space
I'm feeling like hyperventilate
Pom poms in they arms
Tell me who you cheering for



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Writer(s): Bryan Nkemdiche
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