Fuck The Scene
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They don't understand me, I don't understand them
I keep grinding for the Grammy, I'm just tryna reach an M
And I'm tryna reach it too, driving crazy in this coupe
I spent too much on these shoes to give a fuck 'bout being cool
Give a fuck about your name, better show me what you bring
If these cops showed up the scene, man I don't know a damn thing
And you keep on tryna flex, man you gon' pull a hamstring
Uh, soon I can't see, still I need my [?]
In this scene I can't fit, keep it real gon' make 'em sick
[?]
I won't listen to your tips
I show up and do my thing, and get my bread and then I dip
I can't listen to your fits, leave me lone and let me live
I'm done with playin' around
He made like eighty accounts, he's tryna take me down
I know you hate my mouth, you said you're stuck on the couch
My bro got so [?], [?] taking you down
Now you just look like a clown, I need a larger [?]
I'm moving farther south, I'm not no artist now
Man, all the art is out, I put my barter down
I missed some harder clowns
Man, in this car I plow, straight through the farthest crowd
Were are all the the damn people that you
This software's keep me in tune
Without it I sound like a fool
Man, basically it just like you
They don't understand me, I don't understand them
I keep grinding for the Grammy, I'm just tryna reach an M
And I'm tryna reach it too, driving crazy in this coupe
I spent too much on these shoes to give a fuck 'bout being cool
Give a fuck about your name, better show me what you bring
If these cops showed up the scene, man I don't know a damn thing
And you keep on tryna flex, man you gon' pull a hamstring
Uh, soon I can't see, still I need my [?]
I keep grinding for the Grammy, I'm just tryna reach an M
And I'm tryna reach it too, driving crazy in this coupe
I spent too much on these shoes to give a fuck 'bout being cool
Give a fuck about your name, better show me what you bring
If these cops showed up the scene, man I don't know a damn thing
And you keep on tryna flex, man you gon' pull a hamstring
Uh, soon I can't see, still I need my [?]
In this scene I can't fit, keep it real gon' make 'em sick
[?]
I won't listen to your tips
I show up and do my thing, and get my bread and then I dip
I can't listen to your fits, leave me lone and let me live
I'm done with playin' around
He made like eighty accounts, he's tryna take me down
I know you hate my mouth, you said you're stuck on the couch
My bro got so [?], [?] taking you down
Now you just look like a clown, I need a larger [?]
I'm moving farther south, I'm not no artist now
Man, all the art is out, I put my barter down
I missed some harder clowns
Man, in this car I plow, straight through the farthest crowd
Were are all the the damn people that you
This software's keep me in tune
Without it I sound like a fool
Man, basically it just like you
They don't understand me, I don't understand them
I keep grinding for the Grammy, I'm just tryna reach an M
And I'm tryna reach it too, driving crazy in this coupe
I spent too much on these shoes to give a fuck 'bout being cool
Give a fuck about your name, better show me what you bring
If these cops showed up the scene, man I don't know a damn thing
And you keep on tryna flex, man you gon' pull a hamstring
Uh, soon I can't see, still I need my [?]
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