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Good Grief (How's Your Little Rap Thing Going?)
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(This is not republican music)
One time for they boys in blue
(What?!)
This my jam
This my jam, this my, this my jam
Ain't my mans
I don't know you, you not in my plans
Not my girl
Mean as fuck, she can't keep it up
Just my luck
Now I need her, she just need my nut
Fuck like I'm dead, so she jet it
Sold her my soul just to sell it
Thought you already said it
All of my woes, I forget 'em
I'm not, oh my god, I'm a boss, independent
Might cut you off at the tension
You don't belong in my mention, been tired enough
I don't give a fuck, and I meant it, hoe
That's bad advice
But you still doing
Fuckin' around with it
All this star shit
You should quit now
You should pause it
Did you get signed?
Then you're jobless
That's bad advice (I been fine)
But you still doing (I been through it)
Fuckin' around with it (I been you)
All this star shit (All I know)
You should quit now (Ready? try)
You should pause it (Not again)
Did you get signed? (Livin' life)
Then you're jobless
Yeah, my whole, my whole life
Now gonna try and I'mma call 91
My throat goes so dry
I might as well fight it, but y'all know I'm right
Thr-Threw out all of your fuck shit
Till I was too tired to fuck shit
Grew up in time to get smart to it
Now I do what I, now I do what I-
Twenty-five BSers on my dresser (yessir)
I stand pact with no effort
Now I just live for my pleasure
Now I been feeling quite clever
Now I don't need your answers, nah
You guys know how I'm doing
Woo! (EXO)
All up in the forest with the trees, trees, trees
Make it count stupid, that's on me, me, me
Fuck around, buss it down, on the beast (ay, ay)
Keep on sleeping, make a band for every Z, Z, Z
Trace, trace
All they do is trace me
Eight down with the elbows, all Velcro with the pacing
I might make a couple more commas, manifest it with the words
I'mma hit a fuckin' stain drain, you get dressin' on the curb
I'm on my auto-rocket, bottle rocket it, atmosphere is disgusting bro
If it ain't money, just change your hands
Then why we even discussing for?
RVD the whole fucking show
Kaiju touching treetops
Smoking blunts at the Wingstop
In the woods with that pink cots
Make waves when the wings drop
Moses feet touching dry land
Fuck your deal, I'm taking my Vans
Pop a pill, I'm off Vyvanse
Feature run about five bands
Next month I might double up
Skip your tape, it's not double dutch
Waste my time, I might fuck you up
That's bad advice
But you still doing
Fuckin' around with it
All this star shit
You should quit now
You should pause it
Did you get signed?
Then you're jobless
That's bad advice (I been fine)
But you still doing (I been through it)
Fuckin' around with it (I been you)
All this star shit (All I know)
You should quit now (Ready? try)
You should pause it (Not again)
Did you get signed? (Livin' life)
Then you're jobless
(How's your little rap thing going?)
Well, still wanna get just to blow myself
I will come starvin' to constantly crying, then none of my pockets can hold my bills
My life is hard
Drive to the back as I cry in my car
Nah, I ain't drivin', I'mma get my driver ("Hello?")
And call my lawyer and go "Oh my god!" (R-A-V!)
I don't count no more, man, I got an account
Smoking a pound, and recording this album
When we blowing out loud, getting lost in these mountains
EXO, we on it, we 'bout it
Record labels at the door, describe it
Got a perfect credit score, it's astounding
Plus my merch store's wildin', boutta go on tour
Y'know, I'm not important, but how has your life been?
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