Rex made the beat, so you know I gotta murder itThey act all tough, but in person, they be murmuringAnd mumbling, pull out the gunthey get to stumbling, tumblingAnd the chopper get to thunderingshitting on all these haters, likeWhere the plunger at?I'm excited, 'cause now I can throw a partyAnd all the people that hated on me won't be invitedTrue Religion on me like the BuddhaIndian style, I'm enlightenеdI remember up in kindеrgardenthe teacher told me I wouldn't be shitAnd then she saw me play the pianoand made all the other kids sea sickEven though I got a couple demonsI'm still screaming out: Thank JesusUpside down pyramid on mejust to compliment the Jesus piecesI was a fan of Yu-Gi-Oh!that's why I pull cards on these stupid hoesGot an arrow got a bullet, Cupid ho, haha yeahI pop Percs to numb all the pain cause it hurts badI gotta take everything cause sometimes it hurt to giveI make money even thoughsometimes it don't make senseSpeaking of taking everythingIt's time to take shits on every single personthat said I wouldn't do itEvery single person that said I was stupidEvery single person that said I was that Netflix specialWhat's the name of the show? Oh, CluelessBut no, I ain't clueless I got thisI'm on top, so now nobody can top thisNow it's time to change the topic, I got a way with wordsStack up money with a phonics bookIn school, I didn't do the homeworkbut I still got the subjectsMoney ain't the object, money is the objecttough gotta admit thatI'm successfulbut I feel like my head sometimes a little dreadfulI grew up on rock, rap, heavy metalnow I'm ridin' bikes, pedal to the metalI don't even gotta pedal, it's a throttle so excuse meThese niggas faker than some optical illusionsI be looking like: What the fuck is you doing?You ain't getting money, you ain't changing shitYou ain't changing the world, you just stupidTalkin' bout you crackin' cars, selling drugsKilling niggas, and going hardWatch a real nigga come up in your carNow you all scared, you finna piss yourselfShit yourself, you gotta admit yourself, you need some helpI gotta admit myself, I'm on these drugsfeel like I can't save myselfSometimes I wanna take myself and break myselfSo I can reshape myself, huhNobody ever felt the pain I felt, so I share itAnd put it out to the whole world, I ain't embarrassedBunch of these niggas is my sonsI apologize to 'em 'cause I been a bad parentDon't try me 'cause I'm not the oneSee I won't even count to two
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Rex made the beat, so you know I gotta murder it
They act all tough, but in person, they be murmuring
And mumbling, pull out the gun
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 enlightenеd
I remember up in kindеrgarden
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 an arrow got a bullet, Cupid ho, haha yeah
I pop Percs to numb all the pain cause it hurts bad
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? Oh, 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
Stack up money 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 object
tough 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 fuck 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' cars, selling drugs
Killing niggas, and going hard
Watch a real nigga come up in your car
Now you all scared, you 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
And 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
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