Shadowboxing
Dude, look what the fuck you made me do
Fuck me? Then I guess fuck you too
I got too many trust issues
I don't even wanna fuck with
I don't trust anybody in this bitch
Entourage with me and then they switch
Knew they was only in it for the licks
Ain't a remote chance that you welcome in this clique
Had a big circle, shrunk in diameter
I ain't got time to fuck with no amateur
They was laughing at me when I rapped at first
Laughing out loud so much that laughing hurt
Ever since then putting my raps at work
Chip on my shoulder, that's why I brag and curse
Making a list on who chuckled when I spat my words
Cuz it's the sweetest joy when you laughing last, ya heard?
I blow smoke when I rap
Not nicotine, I'm heated up, shadowboxing at
Echoes in my head, opinions I hold close to my chest
Giving me jet fuel so that I can float on the track
I hate people who talk shit bout other rappers just to ride a wave
Shitting where you're told, I guess your potty trained
I kick 'em all out, bitch I'm karate trained
Brought out the evil Gemini now you got me saying
Dude, look what the fuck you made me do
Fuck me? Then I guess fuck you too
I got too many trust issues
I don't even wanna fuck with you
Look what the fuck you made me do
Fuck me? Then I guess fuck you too
I got too many trust issues
I don't even wanna fuck with you
Mowing the lawn, too many snakes in the grass
Rather be alone than someone stab me straight in the back
Two-face hypocrites coming at me faking a dab
But I thank you, you fuel me when I'm making a track
Somehow I'm better when I'm full of all this rage and I'm mad
Cursing my ass off at the wind, never complacent with that
And I know they hate it when I'm barking angry in raps
But I don't give a shit, y'all can kiss me right on my ass, yo
I said it once, I'll say it again
The reason that I spit this way, I'm hateful within
And maybe there's an ounce in me
That wants to come out of me
With some good if I spot I'm burying him
Cuz I'm the captain of this mother fucker like I'm Barkhad Abdi
And if you don't like it then I'm throwing you off to see
You have a better fucking chance at winning the lottery
Then joining much less tryin'a bring down this prodigy
Dude, look what the fuck you made me do
Fuck me? Then I guess fuck you too
I got too many trust issues
I don't even wanna fuck with you
Look what the fuck you made me do
Fuck me? Then I guess fuck you too
I got too many trust issues
I don't even wanna fuck with you
Fuck me? Then I guess fuck you too
I got too many trust issues
I don't even wanna fuck with
I don't trust anybody in this bitch
Entourage with me and then they switch
Knew they was only in it for the licks
Ain't a remote chance that you welcome in this clique
Had a big circle, shrunk in diameter
I ain't got time to fuck with no amateur
They was laughing at me when I rapped at first
Laughing out loud so much that laughing hurt
Ever since then putting my raps at work
Chip on my shoulder, that's why I brag and curse
Making a list on who chuckled when I spat my words
Cuz it's the sweetest joy when you laughing last, ya heard?
I blow smoke when I rap
Not nicotine, I'm heated up, shadowboxing at
Echoes in my head, opinions I hold close to my chest
Giving me jet fuel so that I can float on the track
I hate people who talk shit bout other rappers just to ride a wave
Shitting where you're told, I guess your potty trained
I kick 'em all out, bitch I'm karate trained
Brought out the evil Gemini now you got me saying
Dude, look what the fuck you made me do
Fuck me? Then I guess fuck you too
I got too many trust issues
I don't even wanna fuck with you
Look what the fuck you made me do
Fuck me? Then I guess fuck you too
I got too many trust issues
I don't even wanna fuck with you
Mowing the lawn, too many snakes in the grass
Rather be alone than someone stab me straight in the back
Two-face hypocrites coming at me faking a dab
But I thank you, you fuel me when I'm making a track
Somehow I'm better when I'm full of all this rage and I'm mad
Cursing my ass off at the wind, never complacent with that
And I know they hate it when I'm barking angry in raps
But I don't give a shit, y'all can kiss me right on my ass, yo
I said it once, I'll say it again
The reason that I spit this way, I'm hateful within
And maybe there's an ounce in me
That wants to come out of me
With some good if I spot I'm burying him
Cuz I'm the captain of this mother fucker like I'm Barkhad Abdi
And if you don't like it then I'm throwing you off to see
You have a better fucking chance at winning the lottery
Then joining much less tryin'a bring down this prodigy
Dude, look what the fuck you made me do
Fuck me? Then I guess fuck you too
I got too many trust issues
I don't even wanna fuck with you
Look what the fuck you made me do
Fuck me? Then I guess fuck you too
I got too many trust issues
I don't even wanna fuck with you
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Writer(s): Sam Claudio
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