This Song Doesn't Have A Title But This The Title Lyrics

No this song ain't got no title

But this the title

Why do I feel like yo rival

How you wanna be like me

You think of me as like an idol

I don't go to church much

But I always keep my Bible

Gotta sleep with one eye closed

I don't wanna rap when I'm old 

I keep the strap I don't fold

This shit gone stack 'till it's gold

And you gone stack 'till you broke

To then ask me for money

But what if I needed some money

It's funny how love a make you a dummy

It's fucked up

Like leprechaun

I like lucked up

He fucked up

Ain't tucked up

When I hit the scene

Bullets hit yo screen

Make you scream

Like Drew Barrymore

I'll tell ya more

If you really wanna hear it

You fear it

The truth

The you

You hiding from you

It's true

I see through

You niggas is translucent

My movement

It move mountains

With two accountants

That move mountains

And move thousands

But who's counting

Oh yea they is

The hatters

The fake players

The fake hatters

The papers

The fake news

The fake boobs

The fake nudes

It's all stupid

The fake Cupid

The tinder

The tik toks

The hip hop

You don't stop till your heart do

And that whats scars you

So why don't we just do

What our hearts do

And love

That's why this song ain't got no title

But this the title

Gotta sleep with one eye closed

Straight to the moon

Just me and my goons

Can't waste no time

And take what's mine

And change my mood

And you might too

Dancing in your room

Gotta keep my nine

Incase they try

Then that shit through

Yea