Dumb Ass

Yeah Yeah Huh Woah, hot boy chill where the sun at, used to be what they poked fun at I'm traumatized, play with me boy you gone run back, homie you don't want that My problems stick to me like thumb tack, stressing out smoking on punch bag Stacking bread up with my bum ass I ain't nothing to say to yo dumb ass Soon as spot em I'm blamming, hit-man in every corner for my advantage Make them boys set in, the boys is outstanding Been through it all, still damaged Consistent with my expanding, I understand to get mine then vanish I understand I'm too hard to manage but what that hell that got to do with me giving a Dammit I pop out, they panic, thinking I give a damn about this mic, boy I talk to this mic like I'm Janet Been moonwalk dancing on every lil college lil chick that been sneaking me right on the Campus Quit the shenanigans, haters they see me be still bruh, I'm in here pissing off mannequins Boy is you serious?, we done took more L's than girls got periods, look now we champions Remain the real you, and do what fulfill you, I swear they gone feel you Protect yourself, don't be afraid to shield you and what do not kill you is only gone build You Round here you get belittled, I seen us kids turn pain to giggles and cry to our pillows Yo life change when them bills due, I witness all of them popular kids go mildew I was like, Woah, hot boy chill where the sun at, used to be what they poked fun at I'm traumatized, play with me boy you gone run back, homie you don't want that My problems stick to me like thumb tack, stressing out smoking on punch bag Stacking bread up with my bum ass I ain't nothing to say to yo dumb ass Feel like no matter what, I just try to, I try to remain that, that kid that just felt like nobody Rock with 'em Nobody understood em, you know what I mean? That's my drive, all that made me what I am today Yeah, ay I get my squad to start up a mosh pit, Imma stomp blurry lines like I'm Rob Thicke My clique press a button and guarantee homie we start up a bomb quick Tick tick boom, across the room, oh my god I'm sorry you saw all the non sense Canton with a K but I need that stash box to get Roddy Rich like I'm from Compton These boys brains ain't developed, if you see the devil in bed, that mean you get the Hell up These boy jealous, rebellious, I know it get slimy sometimes but they not gone snail us If I ever failed my fellas, I'm sorry I apologize now, may I propel us And because I failed my fellas, make the world throw dollar signs down every time we throw a L up We gone well up, reality to their dreams, and the haters they can get a big pair of these Homie they ain't nothing but comedies, parodies, oou yeah bad energy similarities I be hella calm, I'm aware its a bear in me, full force mode till they find, kill, and bury me Killer out his mind, cant lie I need therapy, times get hot I sit on the sun for clarity Got em like, Woah, hot boy chill where the sun at, used to be what they poked fun at I'm traumatized, play with me boy you gone run back, homie you don't want that My problems stick to me like thumb tack, stressing out smoking on punch bag Stacking bread up with my bum ass I ain't nothing to say to yo dumb ass Yeah I'm humble because I, I understand tables turn Nothing more, nothing less, I just play my position And it ain't about having it's about keeping And keep yo mouth shut if you ain't got yours right worrying about mine Limitless Lames