TREAD (11-16-2022)
You got sleepers on deck
I got bangers in check
My shit put you in shock
Your shit a flaccid cock
Your wave hit like a kiddie pool
My shit a whole tsunami
I see the way they tryna knock me
But ain't nobody gonna stop me
They tell me, "Turn the mic up"
Then they tell me, "Turn it down"
First they're happy when I smile, then they're dancing when I frown
Everybody fucking talking like they came from the mud
I ain't say that I am different, just speaking where I'm from
We talking the talk
We walking the walk
Man, we going far, going so hard
Man, we talking the talk
We got it unlocked
So I don't wanna fucking hear it
I don't wanna fucking hear it
Red socks, bees on my feet- That's a cop-out
Damn, that's number seven
Some dogshit you be putting out
Waiting for the day to hit
Stuck up in my basement
Computers streaming all your shit, you ain't got that real love
Man, I hate where I'm from but I gotta love it
And I ain't talking my hometown, everybody turned me down
Never got invited to a single party
All these hoes fuckin' thotties
This the music for the shame-filled
Too scared to speak your mind
I'm the realest player in the game
Goddamn, what a shame
Never had to prove myself to you just to entertain my name
And I ain't angry, I think honestly I'm frustrated
'Cause every day's been the same and I fucking hate it
'Cause I almost had it all, my potential wasted
Don't think no one will ever get me but that's alright
We talking the talk
We walking the walk
Man, we going far, going so hard
Man, we talking the talk
We got it unlocked
So I don't wanna fucking hear it
I don't wanna fucking hear it
We talking the talk
We walking the walk
Man, we going far, going so hard
Man, we talking the talk
We got it unlocked
So I don't wanna fucking hear it
I don't wanna fucking hear it
Wake up with no birthday texts
No one knows who I am
I don't care if I stay underground, preaching who I truly am
Haters on my nuts, but I shake 'em off
My career fucking taking off
This is my soul stripped away
Leave it, love it- That's for you to say
Put me to rest, maybe that'll be the day I'll be safe and sound
I'll put my soul to this music shit, even if it takes me down
Put myself through hell just for you to finally start tuning in
'Cause I'll always be "That quiet kid"
Nobody fucking listening
I got bangers in check
My shit put you in shock
Your shit a flaccid cock
Your wave hit like a kiddie pool
My shit a whole tsunami
I see the way they tryna knock me
But ain't nobody gonna stop me
They tell me, "Turn the mic up"
Then they tell me, "Turn it down"
First they're happy when I smile, then they're dancing when I frown
Everybody fucking talking like they came from the mud
I ain't say that I am different, just speaking where I'm from
We talking the talk
We walking the walk
Man, we going far, going so hard
Man, we talking the talk
We got it unlocked
So I don't wanna fucking hear it
I don't wanna fucking hear it
Red socks, bees on my feet- That's a cop-out
Damn, that's number seven
Some dogshit you be putting out
Waiting for the day to hit
Stuck up in my basement
Computers streaming all your shit, you ain't got that real love
Man, I hate where I'm from but I gotta love it
And I ain't talking my hometown, everybody turned me down
Never got invited to a single party
All these hoes fuckin' thotties
This the music for the shame-filled
Too scared to speak your mind
I'm the realest player in the game
Goddamn, what a shame
Never had to prove myself to you just to entertain my name
And I ain't angry, I think honestly I'm frustrated
'Cause every day's been the same and I fucking hate it
'Cause I almost had it all, my potential wasted
Don't think no one will ever get me but that's alright
We talking the talk
We walking the walk
Man, we going far, going so hard
Man, we talking the talk
We got it unlocked
So I don't wanna fucking hear it
I don't wanna fucking hear it
We talking the talk
We walking the walk
Man, we going far, going so hard
Man, we talking the talk
We got it unlocked
So I don't wanna fucking hear it
I don't wanna fucking hear it
Wake up with no birthday texts
No one knows who I am
I don't care if I stay underground, preaching who I truly am
Haters on my nuts, but I shake 'em off
My career fucking taking off
This is my soul stripped away
Leave it, love it- That's for you to say
Put me to rest, maybe that'll be the day I'll be safe and sound
I'll put my soul to this music shit, even if it takes me down
Put myself through hell just for you to finally start tuning in
'Cause I'll always be "That quiet kid"
Nobody fucking listening
Credits
Writer(s): Calvin Squire
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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