DEGENERATEBAG Lyrics

You know what Javah

You stress me the fuck out

And I'm not the kind of person who gets mad

You know like I get mad I just shut up you know

But you make me want to kill you

Why is that

Fuck you

God you piss me off like so fucking much

I really

I have this innate desire to like just rip your

I got bad thoughts

Out in public talking horny she a bad thot

I ain't milk the situation we ain't talking bra

Too many niggas who done run with

Moving hella shiesty how yo mask fit

You a joke that's why you geeking

Shorty hate to love me we ain't speaking

Dead kid turned to a degenerate

Reason why my praise to you is sounding like affectionate

Like Luffy to my crew and imma show them how to stretch this shit

They call me king

I'm dragon how I rule I lit the scene I take my time to drink

Zell the cash to me because my high rule

Quiet call me link

And I ain't see shit

I know that niggas silent

She call me daddy

Parents hate me

That boy there defiant

I swear I'm not an a man

I prayed you failed amen

You in my sights but greater heights is where I'm really aiming

I can't relate you been the same I'll start the talk like aye man

How you doing

Oh me

My life is getting ruined

Control plus cee

Repeating I see

Predictable seeds

Too many wannabes

Wanna be me

Which is funny low key cause I can't even get me

So what the fuck am I stressing bout look its nothing really

People get too close and honest I ain't touchy feely

The way I use my soul to slide I got a pair of Heelys

Ask me if I'm most high I say really really

Talk down cause I'm fucking pissed

Talk smoke all I see is mist

Talk smoke how we cook them pigs

Talk a lot till you get the gist

Niggas wants me in the dirt

I ain't tripping they hurt

Cause I put in the effort

I notice a desert

The lengths that I go through they never could measure

A candid for niggas who need a competitor

Hunger my game got me feeling like Jennifer

Match dot com just to get me a title

And imma stay raw watch me move like a wrestler

Room finna spin

Imma do it again

And again

And a gin

Got me swaying

The fuck am I saying

The tune goin looney

They locking me up in a bin

I guess this a prelude

You better go pray dude

I focus on sin

Money and power

And shorties that shower affection

They thinking that I'm gonna win

I guess we pretend

That all of you riding

And none of you lying

We sticking it out with the threads

Guess who's back tell yo friends

Evil head like it's Em

Silver tongue with the pen

I'm the one going ten

Pretty sight to attend

Talking rules she gone bend

Follow me like a trend

I'd explain

But this right here is the end