Lyrics

Yeah, I'm breaking the internet with the sounds of my EP Put the pie on the table like my name was Ajit I make you play this oriental beat on repeat Prone to receipts you recipient-al fuck I don't need a PhD for me to know that you suck I don't need an Air BnB shits full of guck I don't need a clean lens to I-Spy's you a cuck Your girl gaining weight recommend the tummy tuck I don't really fuck with ice I just impress with the puck Try to block out all the chitter chatter bout my luck They wanna put a filter on me it's a safety net Like Dylan Riley Snyder I be fucking Kickin' It- Yeah I'm goofy as hell it ain't up for debate I ain't got time like Tyler all I do is create I drink illegally like the age of prohibition Fit James Bond mother fuckin niche I'm on a mission Yeah I'm always on the grind Making it to NY Times Introducing rap to my lines Really think I lost my mind Hit em with the bye bye Leave em with the oh my Bill Nye with a bow tie Don't you ever ask why- (sushi) Kickstart the crisis Terrorize like my name was ISIS Sleeper hit don't you try to hide this I got the much needed level 3 license, (yeah) Hit her with the lone 'k' damn that's a doozie Dip outta sight of your homegrown floozie Decked out in my Bape 'Preme Gucci I roll up with the boys, we snackin' on sushi The important thing about sushi is that it is raw fish It comes from Japan It is sometimes dangerous It- It is tasty It has rice and seaweed People eat it with wasabi And wasabi burns your mouth But the important thing about sushi Is that it is raw fish ("GAME!") Running on the beat like a motherfucking race I bet my daddy still think I'm a disgrace Even my friends told me that I couldn't to my face I'm going on a trip catch me up in outer space (3... 2... 1...) All my life I've procrastinated Finally found some inspiration Finally found my next fixation And I'm gonna share it with the whole damn nation (yeah!) After I let this EP drop, I know some of you will say it flopped I don't care if it's like 'The Burial' and you cop All that matters is that I'm working non-stop Yeah I got some more tracks and they're in the pipeline The kind of homemade shit to push me into the spotlight Draining your life All I do is sit and write I'm the opposite of a mother fucking white knight Kick sand in your eyes, kick dirt in your mouth Yeah, now all of you got something to pout about Acting like you big and bad but I know you just a coward Put you on a talk show and flame ya like my name was Howard Can I really call them friends if they don't believe in me? Can I really know my worth if they only sleep on me? Might as well blow some dough at a Japanese joint Flex a little bit more, you a snore We snackin' on-
Writer(s): Levi Stone Walker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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