Intro:
“You have a good day, Matt.”
“Fuck you, Cory.”
“Thank you.”
Verse 1:
Now I got a narrative for ya, let’s count it down, bitch
I’m ‘bout to hit ‘em, I’m flippin’ around the sound, bitch
You thought I’d fit it simplistic and fucking let it sit
While reminiscing ‘bout how I used to think I would sound? Shit
First incarnation, get rid of patience, I’m spacing out
My mind is racing now and I need to get rid of this anger now
Sure, there’s a bit of immaturity it stirred in me
Spurred me to make some verses littered with cursed absurdities
Faced with adversity in the workplace
Currency was currently on the brink of sinking into obscurity
So what the hell did I get to do?
I could have taken the high road, but man, I took the cynic route
I got a thousand different lines that I coulda spit to you
But some of ‘em fit better in other spots, like a dick in boobs
The rage is still awake, I didn’t hit the snooze
And Cory is still a bitch every single time that vid gets views
Hook:
What do you say when someone’s hatin’ on a homie?
When they life seems like it just be vacant and it’s lonely?
Gossip, gossip, motherfucker’s be nosy
Gotta tell ‘em, gotta tell ‘em, gotta tell ‘em
Blow me
Verse 2:
That felt good to get off my chest, what did you expect?
I got enough shit on my desk
Who’s gettin’ it next? Who’s ready for a kick in the neck?
I’mma fuck up your way of thinkin’ like a dick in the head
I’m coming to kick it with bitches that didn’t get into my shit yet
Because they think that I’m different, you wit’ em?
I’ll whittle ‘em down to a fraction, convince ‘em in only an instant
Fuckin’ up my pay, what, how many times in nine months?
Maybe that’s the reason that I was so fuckin’ hyped up
Shoutout to my girl for gettin’ lit right off of five blunts
Gotta smoke the good shit ‘fore it dries up, right hun?
But what the hell does that have to do with this track?
I’m not here to be a hooligan or act foolish with rap
I’m here to share my views and put my whole crew on the map
Gotta stay with the changes to show that you can adapt
Whether you on the side or the front or you in the back
I’m here to spit that shit I call hallucinogen rap
Hook:
What do you say when someone’s hatin’ on a homie?
When they life seems like it just be vacant and it’s lonely?
Gossip, gossip, motherfucker’s be nosy
Gotta tell ‘em, gotta tell ‘em, gotta tell ‘em
Blow me
Verse 3:
I kick it for thugs and grannies, nuns and baddies
Whether you pack a gun or a fanny, drink rum or Natty
Whether you’re rollin’ with your homies smokin’ up in the barrio
Or stayin’ up late in your parents’ basement playin’ Super Mario
I’m bringing my turbulence to urban or suburban kids
Who listen to my shit and bitch like
“I ain’t ever heard of him!
Did he say Mario? What is this nerdy shit?
My favorite rapper’s Macklemore and I don’t like this dirty shit!”
While rappers sound similar enough, you’d think they share a pen
I’m over here like “Look, ma, they got comparisons!”
I got a lot on my mind, and I’m pretty alright with sharing it
Just like your typical, politically unrefined American
Whether or not you find another one of my lines hilarious
Or come across a rhyme with knowledge that’s worth carrying
I hope you find something you can relate to in my music
And if not, well then I fuckin’ hate you, you stupid bitch!
Hook:
What do you say when someone’s hatin’ on a homie?
When they life seems like it just be vacant and it’s lonely?
Gossip, gossip, motherfucker’s be nosy
Gotta tell ‘em, gotta tell ‘em, gotta tell ‘em
What do you say when someone’s hatin’ on a homie?
When they life seems like it just be vacant and it’s lonely?
Gossip, gossip, motherfucker’s be nosy
Gotta tell ‘em, gotta tell ‘em, gotta tell ‘em
Blow me
Outro [Initial G scratch]:
“Thank you.”
