SITCOM Lyrics

I can always think of words when I write a rap

All you bitches talking wild I know that's a cap

Blowing up I will never have enough of that

I am never ever clueless cause I got a map

I'm a hitter red j's with some glitter

Chill at home but on the mic I'm a spitter

Eating breakfast like I'm rj mittah

I'll turn your ass from an artist to quitta

I write so much I'm surpassing my quota

I'm chit chatting with the devil on my shoulder

I can't move rocks but I'm always moving boulder

I'm always chilling that's why it always gets cold uh

I'm old-school yeah I'm pre madonna

What the fuck up?

I am not a dot, I'm a comma

Cause I always keep running my mouth

I never stop doing shit yeah I'm always cashing out

I can always think of bitches when I look at you

Can you stop your fucking lies

I can see them through

Why the fuck you hating on me

I don't have a clue

Why the fuck you hating on me

Well I hate you too

I can see you dead

Red is in my eyes

Yeah I bled but to you

That's just some fucking lies

Stop twisting stories

Bitch grow up

Leave me alone

I'm just tryna get my dough up

Imma be successful

Yeah I'll call it now

Yeah I'm switching sounds

You still milking like a cow

Get some new ideas

Stop stealing others

You tryna feed the trends

I'm tryna feed my brothers

The old shit is new shit

Don't bring that up

I'm tryna drown my sorrows

Filling up my cup

It's to the brim

I'm at a maximum capacity

I've come a long way with music

Stop your audacity