CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : the cover to end all covers meme lol
F**k this b*t*h, I don't really give a f**k
Think I'm running out of luck, and I think it's all your fault
F**k this sh*t, I don't wanna be involved
I don't even f**k with y'all, n***as pray on my downfall
And all these labels wanna know what my sauce is
In the scene, I let them know who the boss is
I know they want me so bad, I cannot do 'em like that
And all you n***as is rats, f**king hate y'all
Wait, I don't know where I'm at
I done lost my way even looking at the map
I was tryna live my life, then I fell into a trap
But that's how sh*t is, I can't argue with that
I was walking the way that they wanted me to
And they still didn't like me, so f**k all them too
Do what I want
With whoever I want, and whenever I want
I don't like the confrontation
I'm a fan of conversations
Talk your sh*t, bro, I ain't breaking
Look at me, my drink, she laced it
I slam my head against the wall
And I know you don't care at all
And I can't seem to brush it off
Need ego death, and Adderall
Okay boomer, I think you're a loser
I'm talking about a gun, not a real ruler
I feel like I'm Uzi Vert, this a Franck Muller
I feel like I'm Smokepurpp 'cause I got a boner
Lit like a stoner, lit like a match stick
Fly like a rover, stretch like elastic
Target like I'm DOA, target like it's practice
Practice like the NBA, get it in the basket
No matter what happens just know, I’m still here
On the angels around me, you’ll have a good year
And the same to you
If it was up to me, then I would change the rules
Just forget about that, focus on your bag
History repeats itself, just know I’m coming back
I guess that’s facts
You can meet me at the dropoff for one last laugh
Think I'm running out of luck, and I think it's all your fault
F**k this sh*t, I don't wanna be involved
I don't even f**k with y'all, n***as pray on my downfall
And all these labels wanna know what my sauce is
In the scene, I let them know who the boss is
I know they want me so bad, I cannot do 'em like that
And all you n***as is rats, f**king hate y'all
Wait, I don't know where I'm at
I done lost my way even looking at the map
I was tryna live my life, then I fell into a trap
But that's how sh*t is, I can't argue with that
I was walking the way that they wanted me to
And they still didn't like me, so f**k all them too
Do what I want
With whoever I want, and whenever I want
I don't like the confrontation
I'm a fan of conversations
Talk your sh*t, bro, I ain't breaking
Look at me, my drink, she laced it
I slam my head against the wall
And I know you don't care at all
And I can't seem to brush it off
Need ego death, and Adderall
Okay boomer, I think you're a loser
I'm talking about a gun, not a real ruler
I feel like I'm Uzi Vert, this a Franck Muller
I feel like I'm Smokepurpp 'cause I got a boner
Lit like a stoner, lit like a match stick
Fly like a rover, stretch like elastic
Target like I'm DOA, target like it's practice
Practice like the NBA, get it in the basket
No matter what happens just know, I’m still here
On the angels around me, you’ll have a good year
And the same to you
If it was up to me, then I would change the rules
Just forget about that, focus on your bag
History repeats itself, just know I’m coming back
I guess that’s facts
You can meet me at the dropoff for one last laugh
