.. its you guys fault im not popular !!
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Aw man, aw man
Uh, feel me on this one, okay?
Uh, I'm a petty bitch
Lightningbolts shoot outta my fingertips
Will there be life after death?
Huh, it all depends on how rich you get
Yeah, bitch, did that shit, don't need no middle man
Hard to see me getting into that, yeah
Uh, ily a narcissist
It's hard to see how far she gets
I think I'm just a realist all these pussy lacking common sense
I talk my shit with confidence
I speak, they all acknowledge it
I think I gon' too far with it, somebody tell me "stop this shit"
Bitch I'm Pharrell, I watch these pussies catching all them Ls
I got some people in my phone that'll send you straight to hell
I ain't perfect yet, don't think I'll ever be
Especially when the success keeps coming to me so naturally
Got friends here to rep me, I got some friends that resent me
I got some friends that only ask me for cosigns whenever they text me, uh
You keep that up and I'm gon' think I'm a celebrity
Take your contact up out my phone and stop moving so leisurely
Uh, I'm a petty bitch
Lightningbolts shoot outta my fingertips
Will there be life after-
Uh, yeah, it all depends on how rich you get
Yeah, bitch, huh
Did that shit, don't need no middle man
Hard to see me getting into that
I just pulled up I got contraband
I'm tryna count all your benjamins, place in my pocket, no you won't be seeing them, uh
They took him for questioning, that's what they're messaging
Bitch you won't see me there, uh
Bitch you won't see me there
Pull out my glicky, it got a little heated there, uh
I ain't been out in a minute but got people that make you disappear, yeah
And my friend's a magician, they step in that bitch and cross him like a Christian, huh
The ill has been missing, now stop all that bitchin' I'm back in the business, huh
Snakes in the grass but I'm making boss calls, bitch I'm making decisions
Two months back, I was thinking 'bout quitting
Louis had my back, now these raps my mission, uh
My friends see the vision, yeah
Racks make me relearn division, huh
If my fans all go missing, yeah
I'll get back in the kitchen, huh
Like I'm startin' to miss it, huh
Don't give a fuck 'bout the digits, huh
I miss my friends and my family, huh
I bring them all to the finish, huh
Yeah, huh
I'm a petty bitch
I'm talking 'bout physical blood that you bleed, I am not talking no motherfucking gangs
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
I been a loser since my DOB
Like you can talk to anybody brodie, they know me
I'm tryna be the bedroom rapper ODB, puffin' on shitty weed
Drank is for high schoolers, now I'm codeine free
Yeah, look my vices took control of me
Looking in the mirror, searching for someone watching over me
I'm over me, yeah, not in control of me
Do I talk about myself too much? Sorry, guess I'm not over me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, it's you guys' fault I'm not popular
I did everything I could just for a simple chance to talk to ya
That's all there is to it, how do I live like this?
I always look to sor uh, how do he do it?
It's you guys' fault I'm not popular
Everything I do is for your love, ain't that funny, huh?
I guess I learned now that that ain't always so possible
I make this step for me, not y'all
I hope y'all watching though