Tell Em Why

Keep your bullshit from killing my vibe I'm getting by I wanna see them middle fingers in the sky keep em high And don't just tell a fucker to eat a dick you tell em why Make sure you tell em what to do with that stick it's kinda tight If I ever give a f*ck assume that I been possessed And sin don't rest it don't matter they bring duress And it don't matter if they chatter they been obsessed And it don't matter if you rap or you sing you're next Unless we rock so test me not If the shit they wrote for you is the best you got This shit is not for you there's a desk you want Your bitch is not loyal tell her text me not That's not a flex you f*ck it gets annoying for me I got a girl I'm doin my thing joyfully Try to pull me down end up looking like a dumbfuck Flow's too lit get em triggered like I'm somewhat Twisted like em nunchucks sicker than your mum's cunt Give it to you straight put you bootlickers on the spot Nonstop hatin' you spreading the same tumor I just look em dead in the face Ok Boomer Keep your bullshit from killing my vibe I'm getting by I wanna see them middle fingers in the sky keep em high And don't just tell a fucker to eat a dick you tell em why Make sure you tell em what to do with that stick it's kinda tight I been sittin' wonderin' Why kin bitchin' grumblin' My pen slippin' fumblin' My brain splittin' sunderin' On whether or not to cut a bunch of mothafuckas off I never stop they think I took a whole summer off Somewhere along they thought this shit is nothin but a joke Flow is so sharp and so hard it might just cut a throat They don't know that we wasn't this collected As kids infected so we disconnected From etiquette and they think that we misdirected Repetitive mothafuckas they least effective When it come to they own shit I spit till my bones split Inflictin your domes with Some lyrical bomb shit It's difficult they be like kids in this grown shit Typical of em to play the victim they don't quit They always quick to be overcritical Motherfuckers gotta hate cause they know they pitiful Keep your bullshit from killing my vibe I'm getting by I wanna see them middle fingers in the sky keep em high And don't just tell a fucker to eat a dick you tell em why Make sure you tell em what to do with that stick it's kinda tight Keep your bullshit from killing my vibe I'm getting by I wanna see them middle fingers in the sky keep em high And don't just tell a fucker to eat a dick you tell em why Make sure you tell em what to do with that stick it's kinda tight