Cancellation Denied
[Chorus]
Got me some bands and a bunch of rollies
Got yo bitch on my book and she adore me
Got me some snakes and a bunch of the phonies
And I got bithes who thinkin’ they know me…
Bitch you don't know me, fuckin’ her wholey
If I get famous I’ll fuck up the game like my first name was Kobe
These mo’ fuckers fake
They keep tryna put dirt on my name
I went from the struggle to livin’ in Suburbs
I started rappin’ now I’m back to the shade
And I got bitches who wanna give brain
Told that bitch I gon’ be back on my way ( back on your way?)
Back on my way to the top and they frozen
Don't know what to say (yeah)
[Verse 1]
They tryna Cancel me
Bitch you don't go at a rapper mo’ fuckers get Killed If they tryna throw they hands at me
Thinkin they stoppin' me want an apology
I'm gon make it a catastrophe
Feeding' they bullshit, I ask em a question and they can’t even fucking answer me
I thought I was slim…
Cause that’s another thing that we have in common
They try to cancel us both we gon spit a few bars if you give us a topic
Have the audacity that they be callin' me, say I'm a part of the problem
I used to sleep on a floor with no heater, I went and solve it (I’m)
back on the road to my money
I don't know what all these critics wantin' from
I got my ambition I’m Comin’ up quick,
And I’m scarin’ the game, I don't think they want me
Don’t need the game to love me
I got my girl, she gon’ jump on like a bungy
I don’t give a Single fuck about yo feelings
I’ll fuck up the same if they don’t gimme money
[Chorus]
Got me some bands and a bunch of rollies
Got yo bitch on my book and she adore me
Got me some snakes and a bunch of the phonies
And I got bithes who thinkin’ they know me…
Bitch you don't know me, fuckin’ her wholey
If I get famous I’ll fuck up the game like my first name was Kobe
These mo’ fuckers fake
They keep tryna put dirt on my name
I went from the struggle to livin’ in Suburbs
I started rappin’ now I’m back to the shade
And I got bitches who wanna give brain
Told that bitch I gon’ be back on my way ( back on your way?)
Back on my way to the top and they frozen
Don't know what to say (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Everybody think that I'm hopeless rapper
I’m a goated rapper
I been goin’ at it
Since 04, I been Holdin' the mic like bollock dagger
It gon’ be murder on beat if you steppin’ at it
And you look up to me need a steppin’ ladder
If we talkin' bout real I’m the realest rapper
Gave her some D and she really be choking’ on it
I'm the next big MC, don't be joking' bout it
Got my ego on leash don't be pokin’ at it
And I made that girl leak need to look sell the mattress
And I sell all the sheets, give a fuck about it
I’m gon’ fuck up the sene like I'm bad at actin
If yo list don’t got me, you be crackin’ addict
I been so fraudulent
I been drippin’ so much sauce, they lookin' for different condiments
Got you bitch up in my crib, she gon’ ask me where the condom is
And they want me to cut off, I’m keepin’ all of my dawgs in it (dawgs in it, dawgs in it)
[Chorus]
Got me some bands and a bunch of rollies
Got yo bitch on my book and she adore me
Got me some snakes and a bunch of the phonies
And I got bithes who thinkin’ they know me…
Bitch you don't know me, fuckin’ her wholey
If I get famous I’ll fuck up the game like my first name was Kobe
These mo’ fuckers fake
They keep tryna put dirt on my name
I went from the struggle to livin’ in Suburbs
I started rappin’ now I’m back to the shade
And I got bitches who wanna give brain
Told that bitch I gon’ be back on my way ( back on your way?)
Back on my way to the top and they frozen
Don't know what to say (yeah)
