Goodbyes / Junk Fame
Pressure, pressure
I need you no more, goodbye
Pressure, yeah
I need you no more
Baby, you know I miss you
My love, now she gone
And all i'm left with are nothing but your memories
(oh, but your memories)
I'm certain of me that you never think (I think of you)
And baby, i know
You prolly got a new nigga, by now
A new man by now but I'm missing you
I wanna let you know oh baby, that i'm missing you
You promised me you won't bid me no goodbyes
You thought i won't get better
You thought i don't get better
You thought i
You thought i won't get better
You thot, i can't get better!?
Your loss
The boombap lord is back with an axe
To murder motherfuckers doing whack rap
Nigga with no talent but the peer pressure
Keep on digging deeper everybody thinking
They can make music, everybody thinking they can rap!
Everybody thinking they can rap, funny
You ain't shit but a buncha wannabes
And i'm hella pissed, you cultivating streams
There are benefits, "junk fame!"
Look at them they be cocky and corny
Bite styles; they be talking and boasting, damn!
Put them all in yellow buses
Then I take 'em back straight, to kindergarten
"this how you hold a pen," "this how you make a trend"
End of an era, machiavelli, put you back into character
Maghana you a bitch, clout bum
Maybe 2mbili really deserved it! (did he?)
You wanna go bananas? "ape mode," i be dishing y'all
False prophecies; who the fuck owuor tryna lie to?
But somehow managed to get mosta y'all in the club
Prolly got you brainwashed
With a rock of steel, I Stone your Barz
Everybody want the formula derrick!, I am the factory
I make em bop, and if 'ey don't, they heads pop
Did you get the memo?
My shit too sick I need a psychiatrist (wuoh)
Step in the booth, (damn) I'm giving y'all classics (what?)
Been sick (hugh?) Ever since "ICHIGO" (sure?)
I'm the underdog (Oou) prodigy forever, here we go! (Tell 'em)
You cross me I'll bring in the carnage, yes!
Fuck your Hermes, only things you'll be rocking on
Are hospice bandages!
Better be careful who you tryna picture frame?
GOODBYES TO, JUNK FAME! Yeah
Don't need you no more, uh-huh
Goodbye, uh yeah
I need you no more, goodbye
Pressure, yeah
I need you no more
Baby, you know I miss you
My love, now she gone
And all i'm left with are nothing but your memories
(oh, but your memories)
I'm certain of me that you never think (I think of you)
And baby, i know
You prolly got a new nigga, by now
A new man by now but I'm missing you
I wanna let you know oh baby, that i'm missing you
You promised me you won't bid me no goodbyes
You thought i won't get better
You thought i don't get better
You thought i
You thought i won't get better
You thot, i can't get better!?
Your loss
The boombap lord is back with an axe
To murder motherfuckers doing whack rap
Nigga with no talent but the peer pressure
Keep on digging deeper everybody thinking
They can make music, everybody thinking they can rap!
Everybody thinking they can rap, funny
You ain't shit but a buncha wannabes
And i'm hella pissed, you cultivating streams
There are benefits, "junk fame!"
Look at them they be cocky and corny
Bite styles; they be talking and boasting, damn!
Put them all in yellow buses
Then I take 'em back straight, to kindergarten
"this how you hold a pen," "this how you make a trend"
End of an era, machiavelli, put you back into character
Maghana you a bitch, clout bum
Maybe 2mbili really deserved it! (did he?)
You wanna go bananas? "ape mode," i be dishing y'all
False prophecies; who the fuck owuor tryna lie to?
But somehow managed to get mosta y'all in the club
Prolly got you brainwashed
With a rock of steel, I Stone your Barz
Everybody want the formula derrick!, I am the factory
I make em bop, and if 'ey don't, they heads pop
Did you get the memo?
My shit too sick I need a psychiatrist (wuoh)
Step in the booth, (damn) I'm giving y'all classics (what?)
Been sick (hugh?) Ever since "ICHIGO" (sure?)
I'm the underdog (Oou) prodigy forever, here we go! (Tell 'em)
You cross me I'll bring in the carnage, yes!
Fuck your Hermes, only things you'll be rocking on
Are hospice bandages!
Better be careful who you tryna picture frame?
GOODBYES TO, JUNK FAME! Yeah
Don't need you no more, uh-huh
Goodbye, uh yeah
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