Fuck That Lyrics

Fuck that

I ain't ever going back

People wanna criticize get off of my lap

I'm sick of being told what to do and who to be

Tearing down all the propaganda that I see

Fuck that

I ain't ever losing track

The names and games of these fuckers talking smack

Imma bring the pain

I am not ashamed

I ain't gonna stop till I'm in the hall of Fame

Fuck the critics

Fuck the cynics

Fuck the rappers with the dumbass gimmicks

They told me to get out now I'm back up in it

As long as I'm in the game I'll be winning

Grinning

Smiling

Government got my docs filing

Call from some labels you can hear the phone dialing

Walking with swagger talk about styling

You see me in public I ain't hiding

Just surviving

You see my star shining

Yeah it's rising

But during the rise there are mountains that I'm climbing

Fuck that

I ain't ever going back

People wanna criticize get off of my lap

I'm sick of being told what to do and who to be

Tearing down all the propaganda that I see

Fuck that

I ain't ever losing track

The names and games of these fuckers talking smack

Imma bring the pain

I am not ashamed

I ain't gonna stop till I'm in the hall of Fame

The roads that I pave

Is the future that I paint

There's blood in my ways

Like there's blood in my face

The lyrics from the stage

The ink that's on the page

Is the pain that stains

People won't feel my pain

Cause everyone is the same

Same voice

Same clothes

Same beats

Shit the same nose

Same flows

Same blow

Everyone I see is the same as their bros

Same jokes

Same roasts

Same boasts

Same ghosts

Same tombstones

All these fucking clones

Every other girl I meet is the same fucking hoe

Fuck that

I ain't ever going back

People wanna criticize get off of my lap

I'm sick of being told what to do and who to be

Tearing down all the propaganda that I see

Fuck that

I ain't ever losing track

The names and games of these fuckers talking smack

Imma bring the pain

I am not ashamed

I ain't gonna stop till I'm in the hall of Fame

I'm sick of these spastic Caucasians

I'll be bringing brass knuckles to their faces

People changing in their places

People hanging onto traces

Of the past that erases

Over time it's cremated

Over time it keeps fading

Over time this gets draining

Y'all don't hear what I'm saying

Y'all say you listen but you're playing

Hear the message I'm relaying

Stop all the fucking hating

It's people that you're training

To be your replacement

Like a copycat

Man fuck that

Man fuck rap

Fuck this track

Fuck a plaque

Fuck this whole game I ain't gonna take back

Fuck this game I ain't gonna take it back

Man fuck that

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I ain't ever going back

Man fuck that

Man fuck that

Man fuck that

I ain't ever losing track

Man fuck that

Man fuck that

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Everyone's a copycat