作词 : Rex Kudo/Jarad Higgins 作曲 : Rex Kudo/Jarad Higgins [Verse] Rex made the beat, so you know I gotta murder it They act all tough, but in person, they be murmuring And mumbling, pull a gun out, they get to stumbling, tumbling And the chopper get to thundering Shitting on all these haters, like, where the plunger at? I'm excited, 'cause now I can throw a party and all the people that hated on me won't be invited True Religion on me like the Buddha, Indian style, I'm enlightened I rеmember up in kindergartеn, the teacher told me I wouldn't be shit And then she saw me play the piano and made all the other kids sea sick Even though I got a couple demons, I'm still screaming out, "Thank Jesus" Upside down pyramid on me just to compliment the Jesus pieces I was a fan of Yu-Gi-Oh, that's why I pull cards on these stupid hoes Got a arrow, not a bullet, Cupid ho, ha, yeah I pop Perc's to numb all the pain 'cause it hurt to live I gotta take everything 'cause sometimes it hurt to give I make money even though sometimes it don't make sense Speaking of taking everything, it's time to take shits on every single person that said I wouldn't do it Every single person that said I was stupid Every single person that said I was that Netflix special, what's the name of the show? Ah, Clueless But no, I ain't clueless, I got this I'm on top so now nobody can top this Now it's time to change the topic I got a way with words, like I'm running with a phonics book In school I didn't do the homework but I still got the subjects Money ain't the object, money is the objective, gotta admit that I'm successful but I feel like my head sometimes a little dreadful I grew up on rock, rap, heavy metal Now I'm ridin' bikes, pedal to the metal I don't even gotta pedal, it's a throttle, so excuse me These niggas faker than some optical illusions I be looking like, "What the **** is you doing?" You ain't getting money, you ain't changing shit, you ain't changing the world, you just stupid Talkin' bout you crackin' cards, selling drugs, killing niggas, and going hard Watch a real nigga come up in your car, now you lookin' all scared Finna piss yourself, shit yourself, you gotta admit yourself, you need some help I gotta admit myself, I'm on these drugs, feel like I can't save myself Sometimes I wanna take myself and break myself, so I can reshape myself, huh Nobody ever felt the pain I felt, so I share it Put it out to the whole world, I ain't embarrassed Bunch of these niggas is my sons I apologize to 'em cause I been a bad parent Don't try me 'cause I'm not the one, see I won't even count to two
作词 : Rex Kudo/Jarad Higgins 作曲 : Rex Kudo/Jarad Higgins [Verse] Rex made the beat, so you know I gotta murder it They act all tough, but in person, they be murmuring And mumbling, pull a gun out, they get to stumbling, tumbling And the chopper get to thundering Shitting on all these haters, like, where the plunger at? I'm excited, 'cause now I can throw a party and all the people that hated on me won't be invited True Religion on me like the Buddha, Indian style, I'm enlightened I rеmember up in kindergartеn, the teacher told me I wouldn't be shit And then she saw me play the piano and made all the other kids sea sick Even though I got a couple demons, I'm still screaming out, "Thank Jesus" Upside down pyramid on me just to compliment the Jesus pieces I was a fan of Yu-Gi-Oh, that's why I pull cards on these stupid hoes Got a arrow, not a bullet, Cupid ho, ha, yeah I pop Perc's to numb all the pain 'cause it hurt to live I gotta take everything 'cause sometimes it hurt to give I make money even though sometimes it don't make sense Speaking of taking everything, it's time to take shits on every single person that said I wouldn't do it Every single person that said I was stupid Every single person that said I was that Netflix special, what's the name of the show? Ah, Clueless But no, I ain't clueless, I got this I'm on top so now nobody can top this Now it's time to change the topic I got a way with words, like I'm running with a phonics book In school I didn't do the homework but I still got the subjects Money ain't the object, money is the objective, gotta admit that I'm successful but I feel like my head sometimes a little dreadful I grew up on rock, rap, heavy metal Now I'm ridin' bikes, pedal to the metal I don't even gotta pedal, it's a throttle, so excuse me These niggas faker than some optical illusions I be looking like, "What the **** is you doing?" You ain't getting money, you ain't changing shit, you ain't changing the world, you just stupid Talkin' bout you crackin' cards, selling drugs, killing niggas, and going hard Watch a real nigga come up in your car, now you lookin' all scared Finna piss yourself, shit yourself, you gotta admit yourself, you need some help I gotta admit myself, I'm on these drugs, feel like I can't save myself Sometimes I wanna take myself and break myself, so I can reshape myself, huh Nobody ever felt the pain I felt, so I share it Put it out to the whole world, I ain't embarrassed Bunch of these niggas is my sons I apologize to 'em cause I been a bad parent Don't try me 'cause I'm not the one, see I won't even count to two
