SPIT

(They don't like how I) (They don't like how I) They don't like how I spit Pissing me off cause you know I'm the shit The algorithm don't f*ck with the kid Unless I'm hopping on some washed up trend (All shade offense) Let's dig up the truth got the guts for the trench Been playing the game yet I feel stuck on the bench F*ck it I'm bent Channeling Oscar The Grouch Don't mind trash talking 'em down going to town Usually I keep on invisible duct tape Never trust a Donald got a ego and duck face Leave 'em in the dirt let me know how the dust taste Not looking back like I'm fleeing a rough date Speaking to that I'm deep in my craft Y'all creep in the cracks And sleep on the tracks What be up with dat? But I let it rock You did not listen but Oh Eli dropped?! My gift is making quick sixteens but ain't shit sweet Pen ink stained on my jeans I'm washing this week Get this B 'Fore I make them see On my A game f*ck that D Bitch I'm essential I give you life living in your mental Won't watch my mouth I wash 'em out dental Parental birthing you bitches where's my placental? Refusing to receive what I did not send for Spit! Pissing me off cause you know I'm the shit The algorithm don't f*ck with the kid Unless I'm hopping on some washed up trend They don't like how I spit Pissing me off cause you know I'm the shit The algorithm don't f*ck with the kid It's not that deep 'til you cook up a dish It's not that deep 'til you cook up a dish It's not that deep 'til you cook up a dish It's not that deep 'til you cook up a dish I just spit how I spit Bitch I get how I live I just spit how I spit Bitch I get how I live