Текст песни
Can't understand. It's crazy, Why this whole world... I overstand, it's a different land. Niggas talkin' 'bout the straight, but secretly Pitchin' underhand. And lookin' unisex when they steppin' on the scene. Sweatpants, got hoodie sleeves, ankles and the Fiend. You lookin' kinda strange. You must be Mr. Lowercase t 'cause you wearin' 20 skinny chains. You roll more roll up than Bud. Rotating joints smaller than Newports, No love. Cryin' 'bout the support ain't enough. Got people buyin' your bluff. You gotta dance with your raps, you puff. Face Mr. Clean, but every week, the Beijing. Got the latest on, but you stay beggin', "Homie, Please." You goin' live like four times a day. Got a fatty, but the ratio off with her Legs. Why you chest naked in your profile pic With poked out lips? Nigga, don't request me, I ain't Nick. Yo, I need a size 28. For why? My weed been in 30 days straight. For why? Yo, I got five on the eighth. For why? Nigga, for why? For why? For why? For why? Yo, say what up to my gram. For why? Yo, I'ma drink from the bottle, Fam. For why? Yo, I'm about to grind for The yams. For why? Nigga, for why? For why? For why? Y'all love ragin' war over the internet. 'Til you see him, then he start talkin', he Ain't into that. Chain sound like Reynolds Wrap. Who the fuck sold you that? Rollin' out a half ounce, you tryna match a 20 sack. Nigga, this is D'usse. Who the hell bought Crown? Since Trump, everybody think they politicians now. Screw politics, put my faith in the CeeLo. Won the war, but Flint water look like pee Though. 'Sup with all these pedos? Man, hide your kids, it's weird. And these young niggas poppin' more caps than lids. Your chest got a ass back. Homie, I ain't into that. Yo, in my pocket, ain't gotta show I got A lot of that. Niggas hungry only when you Start eatin'. Now everybody vegan, Eyelashes gettin' weavin'. Dissin' no cats, but you dressin' just like 'em. 50 pics just to post one with your latest Item. Yo, I need a size 28. For why? My weed been in 30 days straight. For why? Yo, I got five on the eighth. For why? Nigga, for why? For why? For why? For why? Yo, say what up to my gram. For why? Yo, I'ma drink from the bottle, Fam. For why? Yo, I'm about to grind for the yams. For why? Nigga, for why? For why? For why? For why?
Rim — Fah Why
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