Vexed

Lyrics
I never gave a fuck Feeling like a goose around these ducks Feeling stuck, what the fuck? Got my middle finger up Got my Levi's cuffed Yea, these fucking chucks But you don't see me reppin' Taylor Gang I rep my gang until the fame come Name one nigga better, wait, hmmmm... Gotta think about it When rappin' they crowd around him Gotta smile cause he wildin' I admit I'm sorta childish, but fuck it Cause that's my style bitch Love it or Leave it My team got a dream And I'm possessed by all these demons That be tellin' me "You gotta stay on point," Like the winner of a spelling b With my nigga Niko rollin' something up; medically Green like Celery Bitches thinkin' they special b Titties look like the letter B sideways Old people always sayin' "Back in my Days" But I'm 18, you was lame when you was my age So these are my days Screaming fuck the law cause my homie said Crime-Pays... nigga Say word nigga(i'm on it) You gotta feel me though Yea I curse alot Smoke alot Cause I dont give a fuck alot Fuck adults, Fuck Teachers, Fuck Preachers Always saying I need Jesus But fuck it, I'm me Ain't no different, you a sinner too; just like me Sayin' I'm gon' go to hell & that just might be But there won't be another nigga on this Earth Like.... me Can you fuck with that? Winter too cold, but I'm hot; bring the summer back Got a bitch in the back, screaming like a thundercat And she take balls like a runnin' back Yes I am a rapper put the "J.K." infront of that Then she fell in love with that Don't trip, I ain't a pimp Arizona what I sip Black & Mild; wood tip, fuck polo, I'm the shit Grab a swisher, gut it out, fill it with weed & roll that shit Grab a bic, let it burn, then take a hit Then pass it That's exactly the shit that keep a nigga from spazzin'.... out I wanna use this last verse to say something political Homie's support at 1st, but then they wanna get rid of you Shawty ain't know you existed & now she is so into you And People that don't know you always Judge & Ridicule But Fuck 'em! That's what I tell myself I don't need y'all fuckers I can help myself And I got my team what the hell you still here for? Young nigga, mad Vexed & I'm real raw
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Credits
- Writers
- J.K. The Reaper