Never Gonna Make It

Whoa Hit the road You never gonna make it big You never gonna make it kid like Get up and hit the road Get up and hit the road You never gonna make it big Hard to keep a sad face on the beach When it's sunny, with a breeze in the 70's But to each his own They say to eat the rich But I ain't hungry enough to eat a dick And it's hard to picture bad taste quite like this But these four locos sure do taste like shit my friend I'll put wet cement shoes on Nike Execs And push them in so the irony can literally sink in I'll do it myself Since no celebrity will Call it MSCHF Like Lil Nas X did it himself Is that offensive Maybe Colin Kaepernick can help Or make a wish Can get Twitter to trend someone else That'd be fortunate enough I'd bust a nut across the gut Like the fun has just begun Might be uncomfortable like the Cosby Show But every single word of this Was just me talking shit You fucking pricks Whoa Hit the road You never gonna make it big You never gonna make it kid like Get up and hit the road Get up and hit the road You never gonna make it big Creaming the crop King of the Bops I'm gonna be coming straight to the top bitch Quick like the flip of a light switch Bright white light For everyone's sight to set Place your bets Can the kid make it If the corporate elite Will never believe In someone like me Anti big money Anti corporate greed They take more than they need Just let the people be Stop draining them dry Making them bleed But we'll make them see That the rich can be used to feed the fish And that 99% won't feel envious And the wages can rise like tides In their wallets And the rich can try their hand At the Tide Pod Challenge Unfortunate enough To not read up On the stuff they chewing up What the f*ck And try to throw it up That's uncomfortable Like the Cosby Show But every single word of this Was just me talking shit You fucking pricks Whoa Hit the road You never gonna make it big You never gonna make it kid like Get up and hit the road Get up and hit the road You never gonna make it big If my dick's Moby It's a period piece homie When I stick it in And periods are at the end of everything like period Don't see what I mean Typing triple period Ellipses, iPhone message received First period like bloodbath Second period like spellcheck Third period like math class Dots connecting Aftermath have Eminem's when the doctor checks me He'll see I got a condition and nobody can help me So Dre will say I got a tummy ache Have a good day And forgot about Dre Forgot about Wayne Forgot about Drake Forgot about professionals that never done a thing for me Treated like the rhymes are from a dollar tree Don't dabble with that I say skedaddle to that I ain't gonna die like cattle in the pasture like that I'd rather die a bastard Like Tyler the creator Later skater Masturbating in an elevator Coming straight to the top Whoa Hit the road You never gonna make it big You never gonna make it kid like Get up and hit the road Get up and hit the road You never gonna make it big Whoa Hit the road You never gonna make it big You never gonna make it kid like Get up and hit the road Get up and hit the road You never gonna make it big