Pants
Get it out my mind if it don't belong
Want my freedom from my cortex
Underneath the thumb, I'll escape
Barely breathing, but I'm not dead (You watchin' the juice)
You don't really want the drama, bitch, you don't really want that
You don't really want war, I'mma get you bloody stamped
I'm outpunching boxers, in the gym, stronger
Takin' off my pants just to show my money longer
Uh, ay, walk in this bitch, take your head off
Yo, I gotta step out this photo, I got the rings on, Frodo
You so poor (He's broke), you cannot buy without coupons
Never could be me, you crash on a futon (That's very uncomfortable)
Out in the open, what is you gon' do? (Ha)
Out in the open, what is you gon' do? (What are you gonna do?)
What you gon' do when I pull up on you? (On you, yah, yeah)
What you gon' do when I doot doot doot doot?
Dyin' flame the way I slapped him out
Country girls wanna give me mouth (You don't really want the)
Rap on anything, I do that now
Y'all so unoriginal, I see it now (Yeah)
Reachin' a critical mass, I gotta go stop you now (Uh yeah, uh yeah)
I just want cash and ass, don't think I'm simple now
Shoot you in the face, any given Tuesday
I'll be on the run for a hundred Tuesdays (Nyoom)
Ring, ring, bitch alert, pick my phone up, get you hurt
Threw him out my car 'cause he tried to put on Lil Durk
Lil Durk ruined rap, y'all know that's a fact (Fact)
Every beat he hop on is wack (Wack), all piano beats are flat
My beats talk to me, my beats sound like schizophrenia
Monster in my closet, black and lanky alien
Yeah, I seen it, bifurcated arms and teeth
I don't have schizophrenia, but on the psychs, I'm seein' things
Get it out my mind if it don't belong
Want my freedom from my cortex
Underneath the thumb, I'll escape
Barely breathing, but I'm not dead
You don't want the drama, bitch, you don't really want that
You don't really want war, I'mma get you bloody stamped
I'm outpunching boxers, in the gym, stronger
Takin' off my pants just to show my money long-long
You don't want the drama, bitch, you don't really want that
You don't really want war, I'mma get you bloody stamped
I'm outpunching boxers, in the gym, stronger
Takin' off my pants just to show my money longer
Go, go, go
Go, live fast
Fast
Go, go, go
Go, live fast
Go, go, go
Go, live fast
Fast
Go, go, go, go
Go
Live fast
Fast
Go, go, go
Go
Want my freedom from my cortex
Underneath the thumb, I'll escape
Barely breathing, but I'm not dead (You watchin' the juice)
You don't really want the drama, bitch, you don't really want that
You don't really want war, I'mma get you bloody stamped
I'm outpunching boxers, in the gym, stronger
Takin' off my pants just to show my money longer
Uh, ay, walk in this bitch, take your head off
Yo, I gotta step out this photo, I got the rings on, Frodo
You so poor (He's broke), you cannot buy without coupons
Never could be me, you crash on a futon (That's very uncomfortable)
Out in the open, what is you gon' do? (Ha)
Out in the open, what is you gon' do? (What are you gonna do?)
What you gon' do when I pull up on you? (On you, yah, yeah)
What you gon' do when I doot doot doot doot?
Dyin' flame the way I slapped him out
Country girls wanna give me mouth (You don't really want the)
Rap on anything, I do that now
Y'all so unoriginal, I see it now (Yeah)
Reachin' a critical mass, I gotta go stop you now (Uh yeah, uh yeah)
I just want cash and ass, don't think I'm simple now
Shoot you in the face, any given Tuesday
I'll be on the run for a hundred Tuesdays (Nyoom)
Ring, ring, bitch alert, pick my phone up, get you hurt
Threw him out my car 'cause he tried to put on Lil Durk
Lil Durk ruined rap, y'all know that's a fact (Fact)
Every beat he hop on is wack (Wack), all piano beats are flat
My beats talk to me, my beats sound like schizophrenia
Monster in my closet, black and lanky alien
Yeah, I seen it, bifurcated arms and teeth
I don't have schizophrenia, but on the psychs, I'm seein' things
Get it out my mind if it don't belong
Want my freedom from my cortex
Underneath the thumb, I'll escape
Barely breathing, but I'm not dead
You don't want the drama, bitch, you don't really want that
You don't really want war, I'mma get you bloody stamped
I'm outpunching boxers, in the gym, stronger
Takin' off my pants just to show my money long-long
You don't want the drama, bitch, you don't really want that
You don't really want war, I'mma get you bloody stamped
I'm outpunching boxers, in the gym, stronger
Takin' off my pants just to show my money longer
Go, go, go
Go, live fast
Fast
Go, go, go
Go, live fast
Go, go, go
Go, live fast
Fast
Go, go, go, go
Go
Live fast
Fast
Go, go, go
Go
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Writer(s): Cyrus Moore
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