College Dropout

Tatted all on my chest, lavender in my scents

Always throw in some lemongrass, got faux fur on my bed

Got a 50-inch on the wall, got a studio down the hall

Got a love sofa in the corner, in case you want to fuck around and get weird

Got window seats with the sheers, got a living room with the views

And I dropped cable, turned to cord cutting, got some fiber speed in this bitch

Like 26 with no kids, like 26 with no bitch

My ma, step-dad, and Marcus Ryan all got keys to my crib

And I haven't worn a shirt in like days, JR Smith, swish

I don't fuck with no J's

I don't fuck with no jeans

I don't fuck with no games

I don't fuck with no streams

I don't follow no trends

And I don't understand the hype behind Fortnite, put two weeks into this

I don't care about y'all, I don't care about y'all

Look, it's fuck your mom

And, it's fuck your dad

And, it's fuck your kids

And, it's fuck your job

And, it's fuck your bitch

And, it's fuck your guy

I just want to make it clear to all of y'all that your feelings can suck my dick

I've been in chill mode, chill mode

I ain't been talking to no one, I been in my chill mode

All of my peers have been talking 'bout things, like they real though

When none of 'em even got lives, and that's on the real though

Shut off your phone, shut off your phone

Get off the couch, get out the house

You ain't got shit to say, you ain't got shit to say

You ain't got shit to say, why you always gotta say shit?

A lot of debt for a dropout (a whole lot)

A bad rep with the cops, 'cause I don't follow laws

Dropped a song a week last year, a few months and then I quit (I quit)

I was waking up at five, for some dude to watch me piss

'Cause I got caught up with drugs, I ain't bragging, that shit sucked

I'm just saying, I still dropped, even with my full time job

So when I login into Twitter, and everybody want to bitch

I can't help but think like, "Dog, y'all can hashtag suck my dick" (And I)

I ain't been one for the phases, just try things on occasion

Little bit of drink, with the weed, little molly, never xans, taking bumps off of credit cards

Where every single girl is a matador

That work them nights, Diablo

That push more weight than Pablo

That cause I spit, they swallow

Bad times, good times, ain't no point in keeping track nowadays, ain't we

Really good at finding ways to make it

Really good at making blanket statements

Really bad at picking up the calls

Really good at never calling back

Really good at knocking on the door

Always end up walking through it last

Told myself this shit is gonna pass, and no one here deserve a fucking pass

Talking to yourselves became a trend, and I still always end up getting tagged

I don't give a fuck about this rap, every song I listen to is trash

Tired of all these ‘work with’ tweets about, features I don’t give a fuck about

I been on the mother-fucking cusp, y’all on everybody else’s nuts

Y'all be so concerned about some buzz, you come across as insecure as Russ

Wrote, you rapped, you sang, you made the beat, that's probably why your shit all sound the same

Used to listen when you used to speak, but now it's like the fuck he got to say?

Me I shouldn't even get involved, all you bitches do is have debates

Y'all be so impressive with your words, when you ain't looking someone in the face

Wonder what it's like to have the time, and let that shit all go to fucking waste

Always doing things you shouldn't try, and never doing anything you say

Reminder I'm alive

I know I've been gone

Gone for a while

Trust I'm alive

I'm still alive, I'm still alive

College dropout, college dropout

Just a college dropout, college dropout

I'm still alive, bitch I'm still alive

Bitch I'm still alive, I'm so alive, I'm still alive

I know your impatient, please be patient

That's all I'm sayin', that's all I'm sayin'

Bitch I'm still alive

Trust me when I'm gone, I'm never really gone

Bitch I'm still alive

I'm stayin'

Bitch I'm so alive