"___________" lyrics
I guess it's not too late to find another niche (no)
Always wished I would have died when I was 26 (ah)
Laid up in the sheets with a honeydip
Not a worry in my mind cause I quit
Stress raps and sounds that make pounds and props
Feelin' like I'm bound to these downtown blocks
I don't know nobody guwap'd up I'm living in a trapped up in the city limits
Every minute, lots of shit I never finished
I don't even want a little smidgen
All these critics try to tell me my music is a shitty gimmick
Shit, I'm just spitting for the fuck of spitting
I ain't worried about some idiots that caught up in the analytics
Never liked the limelight, never was compatible
Only press you getting outta Ugly is the lateral
People too concerned with strictly adding up their capital
But dollars are collapsible, so y'all ain't even rational
But just to keep my motives in the open, never wanted no exposure
Never needed to be noticed, never bothered with promotion, kept the photo out of focus
The mental state was humble though the rhymes was brag-a-docious
Wandered with my hoody up down narcissistic avenues
Vastly captivated turned rapping into stacking loot
But why pursue that gratitude if nothing is an absolute
The aptitude is too acute to navigate my attributes (Yup)
But I'm way too impatient to wait for stupid vacant disgraces to wake
This the human race and y'all standing in place it's a waste
It's the age of information and all the truth and all the lies
Are just there for the taking
The temporary and ancient, face it, you're basic
Safe and complacent, you'll never escape it
Totally okay with being under surveillance
This is not praising the foil hats
Y'all are obvious monkeys, go crawl back to your bunkers
And boil rats for your lunches
Shit is too far out of your clutches
Your protests and disruptions just confuse all the dunces
Anyone with brain function already deduced all your hunches
The sky's blue bitch, give me newer assumptions
I'm in the Unabomber's shack with a Buddha sack
Cause the rap game's neutered and truly whack
Cause rappers milk every last drop till their hooters flat
Nursing off the same dead putrefied titty
I don't remember tellin' you that you could ride with me
Always wished I would have died when I was 26 (ah)
Laid up in the sheets with a honeydip
Not a worry in my mind cause I quit
Stress raps and sounds that make pounds and props
Feelin' like I'm bound to these downtown blocks
I don't know nobody guwap'd up I'm living in a trapped up in the city limits
Every minute, lots of shit I never finished
I don't even want a little smidgen
All these critics try to tell me my music is a shitty gimmick
Shit, I'm just spitting for the fuck of spitting
I ain't worried about some idiots that caught up in the analytics
Never liked the limelight, never was compatible
Only press you getting outta Ugly is the lateral
People too concerned with strictly adding up their capital
But dollars are collapsible, so y'all ain't even rational
But just to keep my motives in the open, never wanted no exposure
Never needed to be noticed, never bothered with promotion, kept the photo out of focus
The mental state was humble though the rhymes was brag-a-docious
Wandered with my hoody up down narcissistic avenues
Vastly captivated turned rapping into stacking loot
But why pursue that gratitude if nothing is an absolute
The aptitude is too acute to navigate my attributes (Yup)
But I'm way too impatient to wait for stupid vacant disgraces to wake
This the human race and y'all standing in place it's a waste
It's the age of information and all the truth and all the lies
Are just there for the taking
The temporary and ancient, face it, you're basic
Safe and complacent, you'll never escape it
Totally okay with being under surveillance
This is not praising the foil hats
Y'all are obvious monkeys, go crawl back to your bunkers
And boil rats for your lunches
Shit is too far out of your clutches
Your protests and disruptions just confuse all the dunces
Anyone with brain function already deduced all your hunches
The sky's blue bitch, give me newer assumptions
I'm in the Unabomber's shack with a Buddha sack
Cause the rap game's neutered and truly whack
Cause rappers milk every last drop till their hooters flat
Nursing off the same dead putrefied titty
I don't remember tellin' you that you could ride with me
