"The Vulgar NF (Freestyle)" lyrics
I just read a comment calling me the vulgar NF (Ah)
I guess we're similar, but I got alcohol on my breath
Plus I got songs all about sex
And I don't belong to any church
Plus he's much more successful than me I still got a lot more work (Ah)
We're all inspired by much different things
All of us dorks watch and absorb
But my dad's exiting, mom's depression were both a dominant source
I never respected classmates crying about toxic divorce
Devotion was the most normal thing my mama had endured
Boohoo, your dad moved out
I was too cool for the cap and gown
A recluse mute when I'm at the house
But on YouTube I'm a blabbermouth
Conspiracies about Jews my friends move through That they ask me 'bout so much hate in the world
I got no clue who wants to blast me down
Paranoia prepare a prayer employ a
Person prone to carry a weapon
Jealousy isn't a rare exception
A lot of my friends rap too, and I love them, we just like brethren
But they like to make me feel smaller than their recent successions
"Don't take it personal" I can, it's just a job, dude
Plus if I did, I'd have no one to fucking talk to
They talk to me like I'm a teacher teachers pet petting the boss poos
Pets slobbering all over me like a bowl full of fucking dog food
I give all my girls jobs they sell merch or they're in my videos all true
My dick say employees only like a stock room
I drive my whip like it was Tron 2
When I get pulled over I say I'm on the way to the hospital
My mama's battling cancer even though shit already got removed (It got removed)
It's not a lie if it's based on a truth (Right)
The way a gun gets cocked is fruity shit
That Glock's a fruit I'm not that dude
But my dude might press that fruit like Jamba Juice
The checks these records label offer me
Remind me of a run-on sentence jumbled up (Why?)
Too many commas, what the fuck? (Ah)
Luckily, my own label is all I trust and all I wanted
I put gold on all the toxic broads I talk with
Now they wrist and neck is yellow like that tape with caution on it
Caution on it
I'm a Christmas tree the way these women put their stocking on it
Stocking on it
They say Jews kill Jesus, right?
They off the prophet, I reversed it
I'm the rapping Jew, I make the profit off it, profit off it
What do I offer other than these tracks I cater?
I'll turn all my homies from a dreamer to reality makers
God gave me a gift, I'm just the wrapping paper
Plus I got old Slim Shady inside me like that Detroit trailer
Plus I got Wayne and Andre inside me like the fucking self (the fucking self)
I never related to my dad, relationship was ups and downs (ups and downs)
But now I finally do 'cause we both underground
So who could show the world that Boston's more than just a town?
Token's the one we found
This industry's a mess, It got me stressed
I miss my recent ex, I made that girl famous like Sydney Sweeney breast
I don't pray for peace it pains me
I just study pop artists 'till people pay me
Jesus was a carpenter and so is that Sabrina lady (What's the difference?)
What's the difference?
Music's my religion, bitch
I only rap about the trauma in the world I live in
So if I do go to hell the music gon' be fucking hittin'
I'll be platinum, It'll be special
Cop my mixtape posted by the devil
Never too different
I guess we're similar, but I got alcohol on my breath
Plus I got songs all about sex
And I don't belong to any church
Plus he's much more successful than me I still got a lot more work (Ah)
We're all inspired by much different things
All of us dorks watch and absorb
But my dad's exiting, mom's depression were both a dominant source
I never respected classmates crying about toxic divorce
Devotion was the most normal thing my mama had endured
Boohoo, your dad moved out
I was too cool for the cap and gown
A recluse mute when I'm at the house
But on YouTube I'm a blabbermouth
Conspiracies about Jews my friends move through That they ask me 'bout so much hate in the world
I got no clue who wants to blast me down
Paranoia prepare a prayer employ a
Person prone to carry a weapon
Jealousy isn't a rare exception
A lot of my friends rap too, and I love them, we just like brethren
But they like to make me feel smaller than their recent successions
"Don't take it personal" I can, it's just a job, dude
Plus if I did, I'd have no one to fucking talk to
They talk to me like I'm a teacher teachers pet petting the boss poos
Pets slobbering all over me like a bowl full of fucking dog food
I give all my girls jobs they sell merch or they're in my videos all true
My dick say employees only like a stock room
I drive my whip like it was Tron 2
When I get pulled over I say I'm on the way to the hospital
My mama's battling cancer even though shit already got removed (It got removed)
It's not a lie if it's based on a truth (Right)
The way a gun gets cocked is fruity shit
That Glock's a fruit I'm not that dude
But my dude might press that fruit like Jamba Juice
The checks these records label offer me
Remind me of a run-on sentence jumbled up (Why?)
Too many commas, what the fuck? (Ah)
Luckily, my own label is all I trust and all I wanted
I put gold on all the toxic broads I talk with
Now they wrist and neck is yellow like that tape with caution on it
Caution on it
I'm a Christmas tree the way these women put their stocking on it
Stocking on it
They say Jews kill Jesus, right?
They off the prophet, I reversed it
I'm the rapping Jew, I make the profit off it, profit off it
What do I offer other than these tracks I cater?
I'll turn all my homies from a dreamer to reality makers
God gave me a gift, I'm just the wrapping paper
Plus I got old Slim Shady inside me like that Detroit trailer
Plus I got Wayne and Andre inside me like the fucking self (the fucking self)
I never related to my dad, relationship was ups and downs (ups and downs)
But now I finally do 'cause we both underground
So who could show the world that Boston's more than just a town?
Token's the one we found
This industry's a mess, It got me stressed
I miss my recent ex, I made that girl famous like Sydney Sweeney breast
I don't pray for peace it pains me
I just study pop artists 'till people pay me
Jesus was a carpenter and so is that Sabrina lady (What's the difference?)
What's the difference?
Music's my religion, bitch
I only rap about the trauma in the world I live in
So if I do go to hell the music gon' be fucking hittin'
I'll be platinum, It'll be special
Cop my mixtape posted by the devil
Never too different
