Bitchin'
I'm outta my mind, snap—
Nah, this the wrong song, it's the wrong song (Haha, aha)
Nah, my fault, bro, my fault, bro
My fault, bro, I got you for real this time
Aight
Rockin' my bands like I'm MAN WITH A MISSION
Move like a chef, I'm always in the kitchen
I been told more than once to stop bitchin'
Are you existin' or are you just livin'?
Rockin' my bands like I'm MAN WITH A MISSION
Move like a chef, I'm always in the kitchen
I been told more than once to stop bitchin'
Are you existin' or are you just livin'?
Movin' like East, man, all this was written
Hot like a phoenix, go back out some mittens
Feelin' like Storm how I'm sparkin' this friction
(Watch how you talkin', I don't fuck with mentions)
Nah, shoutout the Kings, we snap to go get it
Slept on G.O.A.T., like my last name was Pippen
I got more bars around me than a prison
Straightedge tunnel, that is my vision
Allergic to pork, so I gather chicken
(I stick to my bills like I'm Hillary Clinton)
Y'all fumble the bag, I get it and flip it
Too much on my mind, but I call it wisdom
Knowledge my race, fluent in nonfiction
Niggas be actin', no Diggy Simmons
I play the part well, no need for auditions
No strings attached, I'm cuttin' the ribbons
(I never needed no jewels to glisten)
Always been lit, I just needed ignition
Heir to the throne, like Tut the Egyptian
Shit could get dark, I don't mean the magician
I'm in Eight Gates how I'm breakin' my limit
(I'll back out this .40, it came with extensions)
Then I attack like a card game position
Takin'you out like a cancelled subscription
Got away with it, ain't fit the description
Everyday a flu game for me, I'm sickened
Updated my craft, and now I'm prolific
Y'all yell to be heard, but y'all don't talk to listen
I'd rather finesse with the gifts I've been given
Ooh, let me slow down
Let me continue to talk my shit, wrong song
Rockin' my bands like I'm MAN WITH A MISSION
Move like a chef, I'm always in the kitchen
I been told more than once to stop bitchin'
Are you existin' or are you just livin'?
Rockin' my bands like I'm MAN WITH A MISSION
Move like a chef, I'm always in the kitchen
I been told more than once to stop bitchin'
Are you existin' or are you just livin'? (Uh-huh)
Ah, perfectin' my craft, practice (Uh-huh)
Heart colder than South Dakota, just wanna be— (Yo, did you—
You outta your mind, snappin', because that's the wrong song
You fuckin' bozo) Yo, stop bitchin', bro
Nah, this the wrong song, it's the wrong song (Haha, aha)
Nah, my fault, bro, my fault, bro
My fault, bro, I got you for real this time
Aight
Rockin' my bands like I'm MAN WITH A MISSION
Move like a chef, I'm always in the kitchen
I been told more than once to stop bitchin'
Are you existin' or are you just livin'?
Rockin' my bands like I'm MAN WITH A MISSION
Move like a chef, I'm always in the kitchen
I been told more than once to stop bitchin'
Are you existin' or are you just livin'?
Movin' like East, man, all this was written
Hot like a phoenix, go back out some mittens
Feelin' like Storm how I'm sparkin' this friction
(Watch how you talkin', I don't fuck with mentions)
Nah, shoutout the Kings, we snap to go get it
Slept on G.O.A.T., like my last name was Pippen
I got more bars around me than a prison
Straightedge tunnel, that is my vision
Allergic to pork, so I gather chicken
(I stick to my bills like I'm Hillary Clinton)
Y'all fumble the bag, I get it and flip it
Too much on my mind, but I call it wisdom
Knowledge my race, fluent in nonfiction
Niggas be actin', no Diggy Simmons
I play the part well, no need for auditions
No strings attached, I'm cuttin' the ribbons
(I never needed no jewels to glisten)
Always been lit, I just needed ignition
Heir to the throne, like Tut the Egyptian
Shit could get dark, I don't mean the magician
I'm in Eight Gates how I'm breakin' my limit
(I'll back out this .40, it came with extensions)
Then I attack like a card game position
Takin'you out like a cancelled subscription
Got away with it, ain't fit the description
Everyday a flu game for me, I'm sickened
Updated my craft, and now I'm prolific
Y'all yell to be heard, but y'all don't talk to listen
I'd rather finesse with the gifts I've been given
Ooh, let me slow down
Let me continue to talk my shit, wrong song
Rockin' my bands like I'm MAN WITH A MISSION
Move like a chef, I'm always in the kitchen
I been told more than once to stop bitchin'
Are you existin' or are you just livin'?
Rockin' my bands like I'm MAN WITH A MISSION
Move like a chef, I'm always in the kitchen
I been told more than once to stop bitchin'
Are you existin' or are you just livin'? (Uh-huh)
Ah, perfectin' my craft, practice (Uh-huh)
Heart colder than South Dakota, just wanna be— (Yo, did you—
You outta your mind, snappin', because that's the wrong song
You fuckin' bozo) Yo, stop bitchin', bro
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Writer(s): Paul Medford
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