Antisocial

Ok I finally found the tempo It's the type of shit that make you so hype That you might jump straight out the window And run back inside focus and write your verse I'm still tryna make this shit pop F*ck going back to work I said the window on my car still won't roll up So nowadays when it rain I just soak it all up You see I'm really bout what I write but most of y'all bluff Like how we really supposed to believe that most of y'all tough I mean f*ck What's up Now everybody tryna stunt Bitch you acting like you bought it You ain't pay for that stuff That's that daddy money Like when they go play golf they got that caddy money So much money on them that they acting funny Grab you something Have you something Baby take your pick Whatever you want in the world Your daddy gon' buy that shit And then they Instagram flex it These bitches live on they phone I swear to God they can't not post what they had for breakfast Or who they having sex with Or who they standing next to Or a close-up of they cleavage but they caption bout a necklace It's kind of reckless But trust me I'm not sexist I got plenty shit to say see I'm just going through my checklist All these fucking stupid guys with they shirts off in the mirror Taking pictures like they Finally see the vision getting clearer Like you really feel the need to share that you lifting weights How bout you work on lifting your self-esteem up to a place Where you don't feel the need to post every single move that you make I mean f*ck Has it gotten to the point we can't escape F*ck this generation All these fucking morons in my way Swear to God I could feel this blood boiling in my veins All these bums at home still on unemployment getting paid All these fucking news channels putting poison in our brains And they wonder why its only getting worse out here mane Damn, that's crazy ain't it I still f*ck with you though Cuz I believe in you I believe that you can turn it around And quit fucking up so bad dog