It’s F**king Friday I

[Intro]
Yeah, it's fucking Friday (Haha)

[Verse]
Fuck school, yeah all of the teachers sick of me
Rid of me, is what they tryna’ do with this bitter D
Grade student and they wanna do with no sympathy
But one day, I will rain views and gain publicity
The murder scene when I beat the beat is too sick
A nuisance is what I am, when I'm dropping my new shit
Its gonna be insane, like getting hit with a broomstick
And Mike-school Jackson coming back from the dead with two kids
I am fluent, I got my rhymes and then I use it
Sue him, they write after my strike of what I am doing
I'm brewing, up in a fucking lab a stupid music is groovin’
Then is disputed making units with my maneuver that's movin'
Go Away (Haha) wasn't a fucking diss
It wasn't about him, her, you, just here this
I am so sick and tired of people talking shit
Getting their way, getting riled up, up over this
I got better things to do in my fucking life
I got better things to rap in my fucking rhymes
I could be barking at dogs while walking and talking
Hit them with a venom bomb, enema is gonna drop
Gonna pop, blowing up in the rap game, and I'm not a star of pop
Kachoom (Haha), getting speedy, going fucking vroom
Fucking zoom, set in place the bomb, then tick tick, boom!
Get ready for next Friday, it's two
It's Fucking Friday, it’s coming to you

[Outro]
Haha, it’s fucking Friday
Yeah