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Fed up, lil' bitch, I'm fed up

They pockets got smaller, yeah, my pockets, they got fatter (Delta)

If I ever lived like that, I'd wish that I was dead, yuh

If I ever lived like you, I'd cut my fucking neck, yuh (Yuh, yuh, yuh—)

Yeah, if it works then we could put it on a shirt (Put it on)

I'm not stopping till my enemies is dirt

But I think we could make it work

He got way too much to learn

That's the point of no return

I'ma watch it burn

O-Okay, aro, I know I'ma get it anyway, 'cause I got titles

And that's something they can't take away, I learned the hard way

If you do it once, that mеans you're paid, and I know it

'Cause I'm just tryna get it through thе day right now

Check it out, they don't like that, that's so foul

Set my foot up in the ceiling, now I'm walking upside-down

B-B-B-Bitch, I got no patience, if I want it, want it now

Got my flow, and they won't give it back, they stole from lost and found

I think that he (Fell off), I think that he fell off

I'm not even gonna lie, think without you we'd do better

I been running to the money like a fucking Rockefeller

And I know it hurts to hear this, if you do it, we do better

I see shit, running to the buildings

I hear it, you just wanna be like me

I-I-I noticed, you be on that ho shit

They refused to tell what type of guns that boy was toting

I know my haters hear my voice, I know they love my songs the most

Whenever I'm in a song, they say they like my verse the most

Too much social media, feel like Danny Phantom, going ghost

How the fuck you hate me, if I see you hang around my clones?

Fed up, lil' bitch, I'm fed up

They pockets got smaller, yeah, my pockets, they got fatter

If I ever lived like that, I'd wish that I was dead, yuh

If I ever lived like you, I'd cut my fucking neck, yuh (Yuh, yuh, yuh-yuh—)

Silence, all I want is silence, baby (Ugh!)

Eyelids, bullet through his eyelids, baby

Oh, why he said he made me? Not even a maybe

I think it's okay to say that you can never play me

Conheci um fã que tipo

Fala, fala, fala

Um dia ele me odeia

Outro dia ele me ama

Quarta-feira foi no Twitter procurando lá um drama

E no dia seguinte procurou meu verso e dança

E eu até entendo achar que eu sou um babaca

E todo artista bom sempre faz mais de uma cagada

Tipo, twikipedia isso é sindrome de vira-lata

Eu odeio ele tanto, mas não escapo sua cara

O-Okay, aro, I know I'ma get it anyway, 'cause I got titles

And that's something they can't take away, I learned the hard way

If you do it once, that means you're paid, and I know it

'Cause I'm just tryna get it through the day right now

Aro, I know I'ma get it anyway, 'cause I got titles

And that's something they can't take away, I learned the hard way

If you do it once, that means you're paid, and I know it

'Cause I'm just tryna get it through the day right now