[Eugenius]
Aye! Aye! Aye! Aye!
[Hook]
I ain't zip, zero, zilch!! (x8)
[Verse 1: Eugenius]
Maaaaaaan
I ain't zip, zero, zilch, makin' hits, we don't miss
Wit my Ritz, cheetos, dip, watchin' Big Hero Six
Livin' off a meal ticket, I'm a nigga, deal wit it
I ain't do it, lemme live, rap game Bill Clinton
I been waitin' for my turn, rap game Hill Clinton
For a minute, been winnin', rap game Ken Jennings
It's a new age homie, out wit the old
Iller than a corpse comin' down with a cold
You know I'mma ball, how I bounce and I roll
Cuz I don't hang around for a pound from a foe
Cuz I know in the bowels of my soul (I don't needa see)
Votes go down in the polls (Time for me to leave)
Don't go rockin the boat, cuz I'm rockin' and rollin'
Like Jon Bon Jovi, you know me
Folks go wild at my show cuz I ain't fake
Never sold powder for dough and I ain't baked
Never smoked flower or dro and I maintain
Let alone hours I go, tryna stay sane
Hetero child in a world where the rain came
Then it got tied wit a bow, they expectin' ya boy
To be tolerant for the intolerable
Call me right, call me wrong, but I can't change
Eyes on the goal and I'm not for sale
Call you Shia LaBeouf, better watch yourself
You gon end up on Dr. Phil, oh God
It won't happen if it's not your will, cuz I ain't...
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[Verse 2: Eugenius & Cleff]
This don't make no sense
Lemme put two on it
You on it?
I'm on it, been on it, me and my crew on it
...but I got dibs on it, you see my chips on it
You see the work I put in on it, time that I spent on it
...but I'mma put my own spin on it
Make it my home and pay rent on it
MTV Cribs on it
Watch how I do this, I do this
I'm C-L-E to the double F, me and E-U-G-E-N-I-U-S
Leave em left, (right?)
Step aside, Imma hold it down, POP
They don't wanna see a nigga win it, call me Leo D, we gon see
We gon see if you really bout it, or if you just tryna make a milli out it
I'm the nicest out and I be penny countin'
Tryna make a meal at Wendy's out it, rummaging thru many couches
When the pen be outta ink, I'mma semi-automatic
Weapon when I'm at a session, grab a pen and pad, take notes
(Click, click) Bang at the fake folks
Sit, sit, stay, gotta train those wit the lame flows
Leave a rich kid brain on the bank floor
Gettin bankroll off a name, so my aim dope
Gimme change when I'm at the line, imma make both
Even when the game close
Like I'm on a range tryna make clothes
For my Wife and Kids, like a Wayans Bro
I ain't never seen a better duo do it better
Forwarn all the spitters puttin 2 and 2 together
In the stu together, Snapchattin everything you do together
Shoot, prolly even step inside the booth together
Start a group together, mad jokes
But where the raps tho?
Say you lookin out for other homies, where the cash tho?
I can see the snakes cuz ya grass low
We tryna make a splash bro, why you think the cover blue and yella? Huh?
*Music Stops*
Huh??
Dog!
My bad man...
Why would you...that's the...
I can see em, moshin deep in coliseums
Every day is Carpe Diem till I see a mausoleum
Come alive in the PM, I don't get a lot of sleep in
Imma needa Posturepedic, I been droppin all this heat and
I been grindin all this week
You was slidin in the DMs
I was diving in the deep end, in a whole nother league
If we talkin Top 5, I been plottin on the sequence
I'm the type to try to beat em, you the type to try to be em
I'm a beast, I'm a titan, a viking fightin Leviathons
Striking the Goliaths, Lil' Sum' make a giant fall
Diabolical plans, pathological liars said this ain't crack
Step and see what happens to yo mama then
Molotov ya property, dancin up on the ashes
Lemme know if its a problem then, aight man, holla then
You can't tell me nothin'
Cuz my ego bigger than a L300
That's the bandwagon, my pants saggin', white America's antagonist
The new wave, wiping out ya sand castles
I'd much rather lateral pass it to an actual rapper
Who's actually passionate, mastered the balance, of
Fashion and snappin on tracks, fashionably late to the action
Attackin' this 4/4, like I'm snappin' the kraken in half
Abracadabra, we back in it, no magic trickin'
Shouts to the ladies who active and ain't in Magic, trickin'
We back in business, my story from rags to riches
Yo story is Dory to these map address, boy it's mad forgetful
I take a pencil and kill it by accidental
You boys are a bag a Skittles, my crew full of dapper gentleman
Shoutout the Dollar General manager, somehow managed to
Hire and fire the most fire heard on the planet Earth
