FUCK THIS ALBUM Lyrics

I've been on my tippy toes

Playing my part in this game all quiet like a playground

I'm about to switch lane, switch game

Play monopoly, buy every street in your town

I ain't shy but this illing noise's colder than the motherfucking streets

Of motherfucking Chi-town

Yeah I'm about to showdown

Bluff y'all suckas then ask

"Who's runnin' this shit now?"

Dunno

Let me hear the drum roll

Selling my soul

Is the only way I've done dough

Want more

Yeah homie always wants more

Foie gras

Stuff it in me

Switch to god mode

Duck duck goose

But I'll never fucking run though

Taking' my time I'm moving at my tempo

Even at my slowest y'all couldn't keep up

Had a gun ready, full cocked, loaded at your temple

I'm god and homie only god knows

I find my peace in world tours

Downtown New York

Last floor, penthouse view

Still thinking I still want more

Oh y'all want more?

20 Track album ready, mixed, mastered, done, finished by week four

You called it week though

Your boos mean shit

I've seen what y'all suckers cheer for

So I fuck this album

Fuck this album

Yeah yeah

So I fuck this album

Fuck this album

Yeah yeah

So I fuck this album

Fuck this album

Yeah yeah

Fuck this album

So I fuck this album

Fuck this album

This the last supper

Everybody gather 'round

I got Shiraz wine, hummus, kebab layin' around

Most of y'all Judas

But I still keep you 'round

You a reminder of what I don't wanna be as a man

It's getting late

I should head back, finish this album

So you can all tell me everything I did wrong

How the mix could've been better

How the lyrics were harsh

How it was too experimental for your delicate hearts

I said it's getting late

Need to work on this album

Y'all needed rest, well I did it without some

Y'all needed help, well I did it without one

Y'all needed sex, well I did it with y'all moms

By any means possible, big X like Malcolm

By any means possible, with vests and Magnums

By any means possible, no thanks or welcomes

By any means possible

By any means possible

So if this album's my pedestal

And y'all can still see above it

Then it wasn't my pen involved

Hand no shake, pen is still

Don't talk about pedigree

Y'all pedestrians

Walking 'round my prodigies

Harvey Specter

How I bended rules

And still got my law degree

Art director

Everything you see is me

From the cover to the choice of the melody

You don't like it?

Fuck's that gotta do with me?

Fuck's this album to me?

Just a brick in my legacy

But a mountain for you to climb

So fuck you for ever doubting me