technical difficulties Lyrics

Walking in

I don't need no fucking suit

Know I'm fly comin thru

Aye get a fire extinguisher he in the stu

Mic gon' explode nuke

Fresh like shoes

Nike tech in case of

Some technical issues

Was no Nike in my closet had to wear my brotha shoes

Kids used to bake me in them fucking public schools

Now I'm baked Anita running thru

Stomping on these beats like kanye boots

Make it to the top like yo bitch up in the room

They want me stop cus I spit the truth

Sorry I'm too engaged in myself to care what you or you or you would do

Skipping class skipping school

Tryna get the paper, like Jeff bezos, I know there's billions out there waitin in a room

But I'm living modest to my dream have to face it live it through

Fridge was empty but my bank account got hella zeros cool

Like bingo but do shit crazy lil loop

When I look back dont know, dont know, don't know, how tf I made it thru

Now my shit bumping like the Yankees stadium

Mama said boy leave that rap alone go get a real job quit playin bruh

Nah I'm jokin ion even think she heard these fucking songs

She ain't around no more she don't even know how much I hit this bong

But she wrong cus i got more bars than juvenile detention lock me up

I'll still go far ain't no limits, ain't no walls, skate by, no Bart, yellow diamonds ain't no must- ARD

Ha

Go hard go far

Now a MF doomed MF Metal Faced you screwed

Left you mute like NF then I hide the re- mo- remote from you

You get the boot like emo dudes

You run to yo group yo amino crew, tell 'em how I'm rude

U one sided and two-faced ain't neva a truth

Cant be mad tho cus I do the same to you

Same to you

And she know she flip me off she think she primo

That is me tho when she hear me on these beats bro, missin me and not that boy George

God damn yo boy toy

Smack the fuck up out him when I see him ain't no point

Just straight to the ground like the gunshots run boy, fucked up yo voice, quiet down 5-0 runnin now I gotta hide yo boy toy

But it's cool I swear I'm done

If you talkin better walk it u ain't my migo this ain't for fun

Watch she go up in a month and you just did it all for nun

That's why I'm focused on my friend Ben

The money always come

Can't be a bum I need some millions

To fill up the voids missin

I thought I had it aimed right I just hit the ditch and

Swerved and you was missin ain't no glisten to my dark life livin

I just spark right to get it , sitting on my porch

Damn I miss you and your cooking damn that chicken

I fucked it up in the beginning

Like I ruined this shit at the start

I tried to play my part but can't change by myself my mind way way too far

Can only realize when u gone, damn I need the bong, smoke it, toke it, she think it wrong but you was the sole reason for these songs

This shit would just be up in the vault you had me postin my first one

Now I ain't got a soul to ask "yo you think this is the one?"

They just laugh or say it's ight son and lie to my face fucked

Her face fucked she a dickhead so I'm smokin blunts, kick her out no punt, pick a cow the beef is done

Pick a cow the beef is done

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