F**k the Masses
Yeah
Look
Uh
I been thinking like
Maybe I should stop rhyming
The way to make it I'm not finding
Wish it would stop hiding
I got this shit down to a science
Should be crowned as iconic
50 Cent got filthy rich
Guess I'm the one who dies tryin
Been that diamond shining but it's rough
Been knuckling up
I speak my peace and don't give a fuck
Bout ruffling up
The feathers of these vultures and ducks
You fuckers get plucked
Me and the bros who fucking wit us
Who want it wit us
Been goin thru too much to discuss
Don't wanna discuss
What's up and I reply nothing much
to cover it up
Hoes telling me it's love when it's lust
It's nothin with us
They swear to me they wanna give up
The clubbing and such
Can barley breathe because I feel stuck
Man something is up
Shit driving me so bunkers and nuts
So buckle it up
If you ride with me then jump in the truck
Don' crunk this bitch up
Knew obviously it was gonna get tough
But what in the fuck
Yeah
Self awareness my conscious tapped in
Dead give away the locs and ankh medallion
In the matrix following bunny rabbits
I been chillin and I been spazzing to keep up the balance
I been killing whoever's rapping to keep up a challenge
When I'm kicking what's in my pad you see it's nothing average
A lunch of rappers hunt and catch them wit this gun I pack
How come a bunch of songs and albums from him but ain't nothin happen
I guess who fuck with me gonna fuck with me and fuck the masses
Bastards
Look
Uh
I been thinking like
Maybe I should stop rhyming
The way to make it I'm not finding
Wish it would stop hiding
I got this shit down to a science
Should be crowned as iconic
50 Cent got filthy rich
Guess I'm the one who dies tryin
Been that diamond shining but it's rough
Been knuckling up
I speak my peace and don't give a fuck
Bout ruffling up
The feathers of these vultures and ducks
You fuckers get plucked
Me and the bros who fucking wit us
Who want it wit us
Been goin thru too much to discuss
Don't wanna discuss
What's up and I reply nothing much
to cover it up
Hoes telling me it's love when it's lust
It's nothin with us
They swear to me they wanna give up
The clubbing and such
Can barley breathe because I feel stuck
Man something is up
Shit driving me so bunkers and nuts
So buckle it up
If you ride with me then jump in the truck
Don' crunk this bitch up
Knew obviously it was gonna get tough
But what in the fuck
Yeah
Self awareness my conscious tapped in
Dead give away the locs and ankh medallion
In the matrix following bunny rabbits
I been chillin and I been spazzing to keep up the balance
I been killing whoever's rapping to keep up a challenge
When I'm kicking what's in my pad you see it's nothing average
A lunch of rappers hunt and catch them wit this gun I pack
How come a bunch of songs and albums from him but ain't nothin happen
I guess who fuck with me gonna fuck with me and fuck the masses
Bastards
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Writer(s): Elijah Brown
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