"freestyle courtesy of trauma" lyrics

I don't know who the fuck was here before me, but this will not get off the screen, like, no matter what I press
$UICIDEBOY$ is—watch, watch

Whoa, whoa, whoa (You did good, $lick)
Whoa, whoa, whoa (It's a smash)
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa (Lonely boy)

My motherfuckin' clip stay full 'cause bitches full of empty threats
Pill poppin' connoisseur, fuck, just today took fifty meds
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
They all wishin' death upon me, so I'm bumpin' "Many Men"
Draggin' 'em to the deep waters, yeah, let's see if they can swim
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
More lit than a Vegas win, old school look like Sega Gen
Pull up, now they wonderin' what lab I was created in (whoa, whoa, whoa)
I shoot first then make amends, I ain't good at makin' friends
Loyal to my bitch, don't fuck with chicken heads or layin' hens
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)

Canada up in my cup, I'm sippin' on that maple tree
Motherfuckers never grew up, still playin' make believe
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Perform better under pressure, yeah, I like 'em hatin' me
I could stop today, it's still forever they'll be chasin' me
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)

I'm so fuckin' high, I need an episode on A&E
I'm so fuckin' hot, the climate people scared I'll raise the sea
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Killin' motherfuckers just too easy, so the labor free
Lookin' like a Jesus freak, I make a demon raise the three
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)

Fuck is parents? I had trauma fuckin' raisin' me
Ice-cold eyes, bitch, ain't nada fuckin' phasin' me
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Yeah, they hate like drama, fuckin' pay a fee
Bitch, you ain't with Grey*59, so why the fuck you sayin' "we"?
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)

Body achin' me from carryin' the fuckin' game
I-I'm down to die for mine, so no, we ain't the fuckin' same
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Fucked up my ex's brain, now every guy she fuck is lame
I tried buyin' love and all I fuckin' got was pain
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)

Fricky Fort Wayne, white boy with that southern slang
She asked me 'bout the codeine, told her it's a southern thang
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
If I'm cut throat, you can blame it on my mother, mane
Cross me is one thing, don't be fuckin' with my brothers, gang
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)

Yeah, rich like a bank, ho, I'm too big to fail
All I know is dark nights like my name was Christian Bale
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Yeah, these boys like bitches, yeah, they kiss and tell
The way I make the coin flip, would think I was a wishing well
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)

Fuck 'em, if I hate 'em, I don't wish 'em well
Hit the church on Sunday, rest the week, it's time to give 'em hell
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Yeah, they make a livin', I make a livin' hell
Credit card unlimited 'cause I don't do the limits well
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)

Oh, no, my loyalty is not for sale
Fuck your cancel culture, bitch, my whole life been beyond the pale
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Yeah, was droppin' dope balloons behind the jail
Million on my chest, it smell like diamonds when I inhale
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)

Hit so many licks they startin' to think I'm Klepto
P-pour that mud so thick, it's startin' to look like Pepto
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Yeah, the fucks a truce? We don't accept those
Natural-born psycho, I ain't stoppin' 'til they heads roll
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)

Mane, fuck a bitch, nah, we don't beg hoes
Every dollar that I made, I did it for the dead bros
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Fuck a cop, yeah, them boots, we don't lick those
Watch 'em dig their own grave, most the time just take a thick ho
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)

Who want it? Who want it? Who want it?
Who want it? Who want it? Who want it?
Who want it? Who want it? Who want it?
Who want it? Who want it? Who want it?

Northside, northside
Northside, northside
Ooh, ooh