Lift Off

Yo, You see sometimes It doesn’t matter how hard you try It doesn’t matter what you do There’s still gonna be some cunt Who thinks you ain’t shit Uh They ain’t ever wanna see me rise up, Tell them times up Pumped like rump steak Got that prime cut Hut one, hut two Give a f*ck about you Money talk let me show you what that mouth do Yeah I’m in the game playing on a flame That’s my next move next hit Flex shit in the booth If I connect it to the mouth I call it Bluetooth You disrespect expect me to be rude too Cutting edge style like some jimmy choo shoes I got it figured out I never needed blues clues Ain’t got nothing to lose I get minimum views I’m running in and out of bad news Cause I got a shawty in the chat box with them XO’s Sure know how to mouth off yes she deep throats She a mess mouth keep running Running like Tedesco Tell ya sis say it with her chest though I’m tired of the haters yo I’m falling asleep I’m counting the sheep They calling me little miss bo peep I’m going deep I’m tryna be owning the fleet They’re phoning the street I’m only laying low off the heat SMID if you ain’t never heard of me Never tell a lie Never be committing perjury I pick em and they panic Perriee giving surgery Your opinion doesn’t refer to me Uh All my life I’ve been hiding in a dark spot Now I tell them all to kick rocks All of my haters gotta get got I’m ready for lift off Haters gotta get got, Lift off Haters gotta get got, Lift off Haters gotta get got I’m ready for lift off Haters gotta get got, Lift off I got em pissed off Just know when you’re hating I’m really motivating you to do a little better They putting me down they found it got em feeling better Whether I’m doing good at bad they’re gonna say whatever Spread a rumour like a virus Billy Ray Cyrus One hit Now you got to wonder where your eyes went Jealousy make a bitch so irrelevant I’m just doing me And I do it for the hell of it Raise ya spirits I’m about to spill it Yeah I’ll be spitting and killing a million I’m the rapping villain They never did it but they play the critic The countdown tell me now Whose widit whose widit 10 toes up 9, 8, 7 Keep em guessing 6 praying for a cut I’m giving 5 a blessing 4 lions in the den And 3 wise men I’m gunning 2 but The only 1 who ain’t dead uh The only one who ain’t dead The late bloomer flower self raised tryna make bread Get that tip top And imma tell the haters get got uh All my life I’ve been hiding in a dark spot Now I tell them all to kick rocks All of my haters gotta get got I’m ready for lift off Haters gotta get got Lift off All my life I’ve been hiding in a dark spot Now I tellem all to kick rocks All of my haters gotta get got I’m ready for lift off I’m ready for lift off Get got Haters gotta get got Lift off Haters gotta get got Lift off Haters gotta get got I’m ready for lift off Haters gotta get got LIFT OFF Oh yeah it stops right there