Lyrics

This that Old School shit you still getting used to Freshest white boy that you ain'tbeenintroduced to Y'all beentryna sprint through life, while Icruise through Homies told me kill this beat and I couldn't refuse ooh Shout-out to my ex girl she still be getting used If i see that motherfucker, you gon see me on the news Leave a hollow in his head like he got his brain removed Bet I'm staying on the scene and watch him bleed and be amused Wouldn't be the first time I stood behind some bars Bitch I'm backing up my lines, like some white bitches at starbs By the way fuck donald Uh, I love Obama, blowing up like osama I'm running through everything, even sentences check the commas All of my bars are rich But bet none of my clothes designer Put the pen to the paper, i barely can stand the climate So hot like I'm on fire Carry skills like Mariah And I could preach sobriety but I'd just be a liar I don't feel so bad no more no more I don't feel so bad (I ain't feel so bad) X4 Fuck all of the bullshit, and things you tryna disband Homie I'm so cocky that my dick could be a kickstand I already ate but I never can be full man Cotton candy skies, paradise, that's Pullman White kid with a buzz cut You can shut the fuck up Time to get my luck up Fuck luck, buck up Clearer than some cache, I ain't talking bout no big bucks Y'all are hella trash, ima need a bigger dump truck It's time to chase my dreams This shit is like a knife because I got it in my jeans I ain't talking dungarees So much drip I freeze,It's kinda unfair Everybody want some I ain't got none to spare Im like a TV dinner cuz I always come prepared Wake up looking in my closet I ain't knowing what to wear I'm so done with all the hating, I'm creating cuz I care They said if you wanna make it then you can't be scared I don't feel so bad no more no more I don't feel so bad (I ain't feel so bad) X4