Fired on Christmas
Yeah
It's Human Internal Revival forever
Recording this shit in Socialite right now
Look
Minding all business
Pulled up to work and got fired on Christmas
I woke up on Mal's couch still lifted
Spine all twisted
Thinking in tidbits
This rap game full of nitwits
I put on your shit and my chick had a hiss fit
Misfits seem to get hit with glitches in the matrix
Patience
Digits flip and play spade tricks
Coogi on the back, hitting bats out the ballpark
Trying to live better hoe
Bury me at Walmart
Too many hip hop Paul Blarts
Three seven nine seven it started
It's all art
Playing small parts, want the whole movie cover
What an entitled nation
Y'all are truly rubber
All these ruby colored rays cruise and hover
Through you
Choose whoever you become in this generation
Don't lose your hunger
Keep eating
Keep dreaming
Be free for the real reasons
Y'all be pieces to a much bigger sequence
So don't go ahead and let your ego start tweaking
I hardly been at the crib in some days though
God and Satan playing hot potato with my halo
My homie on the run, hit me up
Said he's laying low
I said that's a fucking terrible thing
To go say on the phone
Which way I'm going to go?
Can't figure it out
But shoutout to anyone that's still sticking around
Mad chickening out
Half slithering now
In the grass
Cut them up while I'm trimming it down
It's Human Internal Revival forever
Recording this shit in Socialite right now
Look
Minding all business
Pulled up to work and got fired on Christmas
I woke up on Mal's couch still lifted
Spine all twisted
Thinking in tidbits
This rap game full of nitwits
I put on your shit and my chick had a hiss fit
Misfits seem to get hit with glitches in the matrix
Patience
Digits flip and play spade tricks
Coogi on the back, hitting bats out the ballpark
Trying to live better hoe
Bury me at Walmart
Too many hip hop Paul Blarts
Three seven nine seven it started
It's all art
Playing small parts, want the whole movie cover
What an entitled nation
Y'all are truly rubber
All these ruby colored rays cruise and hover
Through you
Choose whoever you become in this generation
Don't lose your hunger
Keep eating
Keep dreaming
Be free for the real reasons
Y'all be pieces to a much bigger sequence
So don't go ahead and let your ego start tweaking
I hardly been at the crib in some days though
God and Satan playing hot potato with my halo
My homie on the run, hit me up
Said he's laying low
I said that's a fucking terrible thing
To go say on the phone
Which way I'm going to go?
Can't figure it out
But shoutout to anyone that's still sticking around
Mad chickening out
Half slithering now
In the grass
Cut them up while I'm trimming it down
Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Mancino
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