Sifting
Whiplash in a neck brace
Tryna get a bag but I'm stuck in the rat race
Chasing cheese is a mouse trap
I've been fucking caught up I don't think that I can bounce back
I don't even go outside
Unless its to my job where people's pain resides
At least it fucking pays
But I'm way too fucking young so the money goes to waste
...can't even name where it goes
To a land outside spent a band on a show
I got to see Tyler, that's the bro but I couldn't get shit cause he hiked up clothes
He's getting rich of these white kids
I'm happy for the nigga but I'm mad at what life did
If I was bitter I would Say I didn't like shit
But that's a fucking lie I'm just mad at what life is
Or...
To be a little accurate
I'm mad at myself cause I'm living on pacifist
Ima burden to myself put my hurting on my shelf like the keys when I crashed the whip (Skrrrt)
I gotta be the gayest nigga in the vip
I'm not happy and I surely wouldn't suck a dick
I just feel I'm Grody Angry and Yokelish
And the dictionary definition of what a joke is
These wisecracks at my travesty
I want an ever after that wraps up happily
But there's snakes in my grass where I plant the seed
And that means more then half of you have to leave
So the rest of you please come grab a seat
I got a table for our supper so we all can eat
It's at the top of the stalk were I plant the bean
But we're still ground level so I need my team
Jack...
My black D is tenacious like
Jack
Skeletons in the closet were they
Jack
Off to the money and the power that they
Jack
Off of pussys that coward in the
Back
Of the labyrinth
I got goons on my phone I could send em in
And you'll be heaven sent, you better tell your friends
That Vinny G is on the way you better let him in
And I don't play pretend
You better come again
I don't repeat myself bitch you better listen in
You better come correct
Like a button up
Before I turn you inside, Reece's buttercup
You make me throw up
At the sight of you
You look like coked out bubble gum, that's a hi chew
Dont ask how I knew
Just know I know that
Hoe you ask to many questions you'll get blown back Nigga that's a promise...
(Ambience)
(Ambience)
(Strings)
Tryna get a bag but I'm stuck in the rat race
Chasing cheese is a mouse trap
I've been fucking caught up I don't think that I can bounce back
I don't even go outside
Unless its to my job where people's pain resides
At least it fucking pays
But I'm way too fucking young so the money goes to waste
...can't even name where it goes
To a land outside spent a band on a show
I got to see Tyler, that's the bro but I couldn't get shit cause he hiked up clothes
He's getting rich of these white kids
I'm happy for the nigga but I'm mad at what life did
If I was bitter I would Say I didn't like shit
But that's a fucking lie I'm just mad at what life is
Or...
To be a little accurate
I'm mad at myself cause I'm living on pacifist
Ima burden to myself put my hurting on my shelf like the keys when I crashed the whip (Skrrrt)
I gotta be the gayest nigga in the vip
I'm not happy and I surely wouldn't suck a dick
I just feel I'm Grody Angry and Yokelish
And the dictionary definition of what a joke is
These wisecracks at my travesty
I want an ever after that wraps up happily
But there's snakes in my grass where I plant the seed
And that means more then half of you have to leave
So the rest of you please come grab a seat
I got a table for our supper so we all can eat
It's at the top of the stalk were I plant the bean
But we're still ground level so I need my team
Jack...
My black D is tenacious like
Jack
Skeletons in the closet were they
Jack
Off to the money and the power that they
Jack
Off of pussys that coward in the
Back
Of the labyrinth
I got goons on my phone I could send em in
And you'll be heaven sent, you better tell your friends
That Vinny G is on the way you better let him in
And I don't play pretend
You better come again
I don't repeat myself bitch you better listen in
You better come correct
Like a button up
Before I turn you inside, Reece's buttercup
You make me throw up
At the sight of you
You look like coked out bubble gum, that's a hi chew
Dont ask how I knew
Just know I know that
Hoe you ask to many questions you'll get blown back Nigga that's a promise...
(Ambience)
(Ambience)
(Strings)
Credits
Writer(s): Vincent Garrett
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