Letras
Pop some adderall
Paint the flag with tar
Yous a vagabond
Do not tag along
Pop some adderall
Paint the flag with tar
Yous a vagabond
Do not tag along
Aye, if I had three wishes
I'll fuck my enemies mothers
Marry a girl in Paris
And kill all of these Trump lovers with a
Headshot bitch I don't gotta aim
Know that I am way too insane
Anti, I'll take a life any day
I showcase my art with the pain
Fucking with me, you are subject to loss
Got blood on my hands I got blood on my palms
These gimmick rappers they don't want it, because
If you diss me, I'll send you up to the Lord
Where did you rent all that gleam on your wrist
You flex on IG til they repo your shit
You're parody on some Weird Al shit
I'll make my fortune off pure talent, nigga
I talked to myself and now I'm feeling vexed
Keep telling myself that I'm over my ex
Back in 23 I was thrown in a hex
You probably think that I'm over obsessed
I need that witch to burn like it's Salem
Rappers too scared to truly express
Yall people pleasing with that gold you call flexing
400 years still got ropes on our necks
All of you rappers are so stale
Fuck your promo, I'm my own pharaoh
Anti fucking double O
Sometimes I think I'm below zero
Rob a native in a sombrero
Shoot his bow and arrow through his bone marrow
Nah he ain't coming home Chief
You in the grave, ain't no folk hero