作词 : 403
作曲 : John Savage
(Intro)
Picture me rollin' in my five hundred benz
I don't have love for these people
There ain't need to be friends.
They said your voice was good but lack of the talent.
Your minds are barren. What now you expect me for telling? Huh?
My songs are real, made by myself.
After being performed at nights, I funk with crowds.
They said "be humble. Nothing should make you proud."
I'm always that shining. That's my style.
I don't work with some big shots in my cheap al-
Bums. Time to say farewell to those fake people.
I've been killing around. It's time to make another sequel.
Ain't need to be or become a trending symbol.
Just me with a pen, writing sxxt like loading cargos.
Remember, freak, I ain't no saint.
I'd been so lost before but now I'm doing great.
Elemental enough like Django unchained
Spitting fire so hot but I can't be EM.
But, just picture me rollin'
I gon be the one this ain't just joking.
My mind is strong I don't give a sxxt about joking
I use this beats to write. I'm the one who stone it.
Now they want a piece.
Talking those sxxts all around, "respect and peace."
Self-pitying too much with falso bliss
Can't you drop the mic and go home for your mother's kiss.
First step to the circle: hear some VOA.
Don't just make some trash tracks with the 808
The bar is so low. Those teens just come and get.
Wipe your ass before you wanna taste plate.
Get it?
Like I said, I ain't no saint.
But my love has been taint'
Should not judge them. Anyway,
But my sxxt ain't just that lame
Far enough from doing great.
Enemies haven't showed up yet.
Those people betrayed me, well, now they care.
Sorry for your support, I don't accept.
I'm not from JJ-Rad but, sama-lama, do that sxxt
My mama told me, "be resentful-less",
But those people like to asses-kiss.
After so many days from turtle race,
Still can't be able to keep my pace.
My mind has been in outer space.
No time for you to comment n' praise.
Well, I don't give a sxxt about what you said.
Born to be brave and straight.
And you a rat in shade.
I ain't do sxxt in name of love or fame.
How we hustle ain't a title in your subject.
I did win some tiny awards, but now just let it fade.
Ain't no tricks or pains. Hide the ace of spades.
Can be no king or god, I guess.
Now just picture me rolling in my five hundred benz.
Stated.
Just picture me rollin'
I gon be the one this ain't just joking.
My mind is strong I don't give a sxxt about joking
I use this beats to write. I'm the one who stone it. *2
(Outro)