F**k This Album
I've been on my tippy toes
Playing my part in this game all quiet like a playground
I'm about to switch lane, switch game
Play monopoly, buy every street in your town
I ain't shy but this illing noise's colder than the motherfucking streets
Of motherfucking Chi-town
Yeah I'm about to showdown
Bluff y'all suckas then ask
"Who's runnin' this shit now?"
Dunno
Let me hear the drum roll
Selling my soul
Is the only way I've done dough
Want more
Yeah homie always wants more
Foie gras
Stuff it in me
Switch to god mode
Duck duck goose
But I'll never fucking run though
Taking' my time I'm moving at my tempo
Even at my slowest y'all couldn't keep up
Had a gun ready, full cocked, loaded at your temple
I'm god and homie only god knows
I find my peace in world tours
Downtown New York
Last floor, penthouse view
Still thinking I still want more
Oh y'all want more?
20 Track album ready, mixed, mastered, done, finished by week four
You called it week though
Your boos mean shit
I've seen what y'all suckers cheer for
So I fuck this album
Fuck this album
Yeah yeah
So I fuck this album
Fuck this album
Yeah yeah
So I fuck this album
Fuck this album
Yeah yeah
Fuck this album
So I fuck this album
Fuck this album
This the last supper
Everybody gather 'round
I got Shiraz wine, hummus, kebab layin' around
Most of y'all Judas
But I still keep you 'round
You a reminder of what I don't wanna be as a man
It's getting late
I should head back, finish this album
So you can all tell me everything I did wrong
How the mix could've been better
How the lyrics were harsh
How it was too experimental for your delicate hearts
I said it's getting late
Need to work on this album
Y'all needed rest, well I did it without some
Y'all needed help, well I did it without one
Y'all needed sex, well I did it with y'all moms
By any means possible, big X like Malcolm
By any means possible, with vests and Magnums
By any means possible, no thanks or welcomes
By any means possible
By any means possible
So if this album's my pedestal
And y'all can still see above it
Then it wasn't my pen involved
Hand no shake, pen is still
Don't talk about pedigree
Y'all pedestrians
Walking 'round my prodigies
Harvey Specter
How I bended rules
And still got my law degree
Art director
Everything you see is me
From the cover to the choice of the melody
You don't like it?
Fuck's that gotta do with me?
Fuck's this album to me?
Just a brick in my legacy
But a mountain for you to climb
So fuck you for ever doubting me
Playing my part in this game all quiet like a playground
I'm about to switch lane, switch game
Play monopoly, buy every street in your town
I ain't shy but this illing noise's colder than the motherfucking streets
Of motherfucking Chi-town
Yeah I'm about to showdown
Bluff y'all suckas then ask
"Who's runnin' this shit now?"
Dunno
Let me hear the drum roll
Selling my soul
Is the only way I've done dough
Want more
Yeah homie always wants more
Foie gras
Stuff it in me
Switch to god mode
Duck duck goose
But I'll never fucking run though
Taking' my time I'm moving at my tempo
Even at my slowest y'all couldn't keep up
Had a gun ready, full cocked, loaded at your temple
I'm god and homie only god knows
I find my peace in world tours
Downtown New York
Last floor, penthouse view
Still thinking I still want more
Oh y'all want more?
20 Track album ready, mixed, mastered, done, finished by week four
You called it week though
Your boos mean shit
I've seen what y'all suckers cheer for
So I fuck this album
Fuck this album
Yeah yeah
So I fuck this album
Fuck this album
Yeah yeah
So I fuck this album
Fuck this album
Yeah yeah
Fuck this album
So I fuck this album
Fuck this album
This the last supper
Everybody gather 'round
I got Shiraz wine, hummus, kebab layin' around
Most of y'all Judas
But I still keep you 'round
You a reminder of what I don't wanna be as a man
It's getting late
I should head back, finish this album
So you can all tell me everything I did wrong
How the mix could've been better
How the lyrics were harsh
How it was too experimental for your delicate hearts
I said it's getting late
Need to work on this album
Y'all needed rest, well I did it without some
Y'all needed help, well I did it without one
Y'all needed sex, well I did it with y'all moms
By any means possible, big X like Malcolm
By any means possible, with vests and Magnums
By any means possible, no thanks or welcomes
By any means possible
By any means possible
So if this album's my pedestal
And y'all can still see above it
Then it wasn't my pen involved
Hand no shake, pen is still
Don't talk about pedigree
Y'all pedestrians
Walking 'round my prodigies
Harvey Specter
How I bended rules
And still got my law degree
Art director
Everything you see is me
From the cover to the choice of the melody
You don't like it?
Fuck's that gotta do with me?
Fuck's this album to me?
Just a brick in my legacy
But a mountain for you to climb
So fuck you for ever doubting me
Credits
Writer(s): Dariush Sharaghi
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