[Intro]
You know
People have always been saying that I just need to get better
So, fuck it
I'm just gonna write down what's on my mind
[Verse]
Bitch, let me show you all my effort
The time has come to say fuck all these letters
I don’t care what you think, you’ll still be a sweater
As you’re waiting for me knitting a red sweater
I don’t strive to be good, just to give pleasure
But the pressure is put when I drop like a feather
And everyone thinks that I just get better
But hold up, lemme take a little bittle measure
At how you’ve grown from jan to september
October, November, fuckin’ December
You’re learning your months while I’m an inventor
Already got ya in the scope and hit in the center
Ending my life, in this chair I write
Wondering how I spent all of my time and my nights
Putting up a gun fight, firing shots, despite
Having one aimed to my head in the moonlight
Spit it below zero, Frostbite
Spit it like the sun, now that’s a hot sight
I know by the time of 2045
I’ll be having more listens then the subs of PewDiePie
And I’m sickened with the own state that I live in
Getting my ass kicked so far I fly to Michigan
Go out as a hero, let me hear you plead
I’m like oxygen and you’re fighting for me
I play this lyrically to the third degree
Global Warming is coming and I’m burning the trees
But Kurb’s saying I need to chill With how
I’m releasing my shit here and now
“He could do this last year, but now? I can’t allow!”
All of you are starting to raise your brow
Make fun of my voice, make fun of me for being white
Well I guess this vamps havin’ a feast tonight
Cause if you don’t want a bite on your neck, across
Then you best shut your mouth and pull out your cross
I’ll be writing my lyrics in your blood, and then I post
Your death, you can only write with help from a ghost
I’m up in space, get out of my place
If you don’t work for it, don’t even show your face
You people want me to ascend.. But not past ascend?
Half of my lines you can’t even comprehend
‘Old Wolf is dead, there’s an Intruder Alert!
With the Ideologies to make everything worse
I work for hours just to perfect a single verse
Don’t wanna hear I’m slacking, I’m different from the herd
That you’re counting in your sleep, one, two, and three
But when you wake up and take a sec to see
I’m original and you’re putting me in a slump
Putting me next to the likes of 6ix9ine and Lil Pump
Think I’m mumbling but you just don’t get what I’m sayin’
This game is crumbling so you best stop fuckin’ playin’
I’ll always have haters but you know I’ll be stayin’
Prove everyone wrong with these words that I’m slayin’
And this little prick thinks that he can act tough
I’ve had enough of your fake rough act, sure enough
You mention me in every song, damn, you got me scared
Moreso the feeling of wanting me to pull out my hair
I know you need me cause before this diss
Every single person asked “who the fuck is this?”
I Don’t Want To Be You, and I’m sure you feel the same way
Stay in the sidelines and stick to your job, DJ
You know who the fuck you are and I guarantee
You go back to writing books or I’ll tear up all the sheets
It’s blue when blueface will be better then you ever will
Lil Pump has more of a career then you’ll ever build
My songs are fake? never thought you’d get me there
Hint: It’s a joke, why the fuck do you even care
Come at me again and I’ll tear you to shreds
Demons talked to me and said your “career”’s hanging on a thread
[Outro]
This game is dying and you're the reason that it's dead
Write a better song then half of you inside of my bed
Better then all these drags so show me respect
Not trying at my most I'd still leave you perplexed
