Intro

For your enjoyment you bitches smoking the poison
And y'all continuously scrolling until your
Features is frozen
Like god damn we in the land of the chosen
So I pray and pray that we could
Grow in, uh

Teachers ain't listen to me and it's fine (Yeah, whatever)
Got groupies in the back praying on my demise
But keep in mind that my mind is worth the high crime (What?)
Find time for flight time 'fore it's flight time (Wooo)
Saying you better than me
We kicking you out of your seat
(Psh psh psh) You trying to square it with me
Because you're fatter than me
The fuck trees gotta do with this?
(Uh, uh, uh)
Motion on your face and this water is my piss

You a slave to your progress
I'm never fucking impressed
All your tracks making zero fucking indents
Hands on yo' knees begging (gasp) for some beats
I thought you an artist not another rapping leach

Yo I need a- I need a breather from that dude
Oh my god



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Koppenberg
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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