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I don't even like rap but I'm a fucking rap star
I came up out the trash can, how the fuck I make it that far?
And You can hate my music 'cause I hate that shit too
But you can't talk shit 'cause Billy's richer than you
I got a bad bitch straight from Michigan, she come from Kalamazoo
I'm on my motherfucking shit again, don't act brand new
I get to drinking and I feel like I'm the motherfucking hulk (Billy)
My music sucks but my streams keep going up, who woulda thought?
I run around with the same clique since I was in that basement
All my friend are degenerates, marijuana my fragrance
Can't talk to a lame bitch if it's not 'bout the Benjamins
You told me were next up, it turns out you were full of shit
Cruising down the street in my '96 Civic
Couldn't jock no bitches with the shit that I was whipping
No AC and my windows five percent tinted
Blunts in the ashtray, burn holes on the stick shift
I told a lady cop she can suck my motherfucking dick
Give me that piggy top, I'm as ignorant as it gets
Only care about guap, all these labels tryna get their fix
I don't sign on the dot, I like keeping my percentages
Okay, let's get one thing straight
I'm only rapping 'cause it gets me paid
Okay, I know this might sound cliché
But you'll never find a motherfucker just like me, okay
(Billy on the...)
Fuck a day job
Imma just keep making this dumbass music
You know what, that reminds me
Go ahead and run this shit back from the top, I'm tryna get paid