[Intro: DJ Chris]
\nYou know sometimes
\nSometimes people don't try their best
\nAnd you know, I think, I think you always should
\nCause' like, if you don't try your best are you-
\nAre you really even trying at all?
\nIf you can't reach the heights that you can always reach
\nThen what's the point of just like, sitting at the steps
\nWhat are you fucking stupid?
\nYeah
\nGod..
\nTryna make it, rich!
\n
\n[Verse 1: The Big Shitter]
\nI’m, just looking, for something to do
\nI’m, just looking, for some where to poo
\nWhere, can I, fufill my senses
\nI’m, not trying to be all pensive
\nShut, my brain into a lock box
\nThen, go play some frick'n Roblox
\nWell, you see what I am saying
\nI, am trying to spend the day in
\nDon’t, give me anything complicated
\nJust, enough to make me satiated
\nHuh, a game that will have me paying
\nHuh, I’ll just have to go super saiyan
\nYep, no way not a worry bout tomorrow
\nJust, the thought starts to make me wallow
\nLie, on top, my sacred sleeping place
\nWow, I love, wasting the day with haste
\n
\n[Verse 2: Mexican]
\nHoly cannoli I got a rollie on my wrist
\nWallet below me swelling up like some cysts
\nBlind leading blind, you shot and you missed
\nI only shoot green, Draymond with the assist
\nBalling out, hit it three times like the pistons
\nI'm single, but not bitchless don't get it twisted
\nPoint of view shifted
\nBlink once you might miss it
\nBars got me constricted
\nFeeling contradicted
\nYeah
\nGot a bad bitch who looks like a Barbie
\nThis ain't no game, no bullshit Atari
\nPlaying patty-cake with a girl in my 'rari
\nGet the fuck out my face, no need to say sorry
\nSteal his girl, family feud, call me Steve Harvey
\nBusted down, down to clown, call me Playboi Carti
\nThe O should've signed me
\nThis track deserves an Emmy
\nInstead I'm with Adam Sandler
\nAnd Steve fucking Buscemi
\nLove for racks, is giving me a hard on
\nRight pocket, berreta. left pocket, coupon
\nThese bitches cheap, my money you can count on
\nRepping a tux, you're pulling up with a clip on
\nMy eyes on my future, the past you can dwell on
\nToo pussy for this flow, you might need a bigger tampon
\n
\nHunting all y'all, going for everyone's head
\nMake y'all stop breathing, yeah whole lotta red
\nI'm your daddy, I'll send you to bed
\nActin like my bro, when you really just fed
\nRacks like COVID, the way it just spreads
\nI am a noose, leaving you hanging by some threads
\nMy time is over I'll leave it to my friends
\nI'll see you outside when this cypher ends
\n
\n[Verse 3: DJ Chris]
\nThey say I'm low to the ground but I'm feeling like I 6 foot
\nStanding so tall cause they don't know my output
\n24/7, 365 a year
\nI'm making these beats to bless your fucking ears
\nYeah I know these guys, they're my stupid ass friends
\nBut I gotta stick with them till the bitter ends
\nNah, I'm better then y'all bitches
\nNah, I'm just better ya bitches
\nYou barely see me going around the town
\nThat's cause' I don't go outside you circus clown
\nStay inside almost every single day
\nNot interacting cause I don't know what to say
\nDo I really need to do that at all
\nI just wanna slack maybe go to the mall
\nI don't know why you're always forcing me
\nTo do something that I wouldn't do for free
\n
\n[Verse 4: Cracker Crow]
\nNever tell me what you thinking bruh
\nI never even claimed to be a thug
\nBut you think that the streets are what
\nMake tough motherfuckas tough, yeah
\nI feel like I don’t got enough
\nDrive at all, yeah, for this stuff
\nA bit or a bite of what
\nReside in my mind for what
\nTaking my time in this bitch
\nRaking my mind for this shit
\nI’m thinking I’m praying that
\nBlessings come raining and
\nDrugs stay delaying and
\nWe can come together
\nTwo birds on the same fuckin’ feather
\nWe’re tied in this shit forever
\nKnow that I won’t settle
\nBro fall low? I’d never
\nI’m stuck on the fucking crossroads
\nSome write but got no bars though
\nIt wasn’t just luck on my side, ho
\nI know
\nConcealed fate
\nSome stay or go a day late
\nAll these hoes just overstay
\nTheir welcome, but bitch it’s not seldom
\nHow come, many go, try to get their penny flows
\nOn stage for the whole world bro
\nBut get flamed on the tour though
\nI’m good, I’ll go
\nMalevolent never near my pedestal
\nJust know, I’ll flow
\nTil’ the end of time though\n\n
