Garbage Pale Kids

Niggas don't rap no more, they just sell clothes So I should probably quit and start a line of bathrobes I'm cold like Missouri, ask Siri if I'm that nigga (style) She'll probably answer back "Don't ask me stupid shit, my nigga" I'm a stone-cold degenerate, working out with no membership (yeah) I'm in LA, you wonder where the bitches went? (Where the bitches go?) My manuscript, I can't handle it Eat ya ass like I'm Canibus (haha) I show up on your screen like televangelist And they have faith that I can clap those cheeks like- Getting Brown to your yard, need more than a milkshake And I say I'm out here I'm up though (I'm up though) They wanna see me fall off, but they nuts, bro (but they nuts, bro) I keep the custos (custos) at the front door (the front door) We got a line around the corner for this dope flow (go) Uh, yeah Yeah, some of you niggas be talkin' that shit And you spend all your life being muhfuckin' rats Gettin' lined up ain't enough Gettin' slapped ain't a dub, getting shot and do nothing back Shut the f*ck up with them subs How you posting all day, but claim that you packing a MAC? This nigga ain't in my league and ain't right in the head We gon' pull yo' daddy out his casket (suck my dick, bitch-ass nigga) I thought we chased yo' punk-ass off the scene Caught the Raekwon, you should stick to the cream Servin' these niggas like I'm Paula Dean Blood raw, I don't what I eat Hook shot, bitch, I think I'm Kareem I don't believe what you say in them beats They gave you hands and cleats, why you still postin' memes? Why you ain't grab no beam? This nigga still on my feed, talkin' what he should've did Should've-could've-would've ass nigga, why the f*ck you ain't it did it? The way that you talk someone should've been missing, my boy It ain't real, 'less you can't see that Uh-uh You can't be broke and over thirty Getting your ass beat, where you sleep at, come on, bruh