EXPECTINSHIT

[Verse 1: Miles Powers]
I’ma cook yall, no griddle, take a look dog
Your little sad raps got shit on
Oh you Lo-Fi, go cry, so tired
Of the ones that promote but can’t write for shit
I can’t like their shit, tried I swear
You scared to be yourself ‘cause it might just fail
A parody of life how I write these tales
I need some detail, at least you mean well
Eat the beat? Yup, I ate the stems too
I hate to waste food, hate to straight diss
But damn it’s great fuel, so pray to Jesus
Like no one saved me bitch, who gon’ save you?

[Hook: Miles Powers]
Why you еxpectin’ shit from me?
I ain’t expеctin’ shit from me
Why you expectin’ shit from me, bitch?
I ain’t vexed this shit funny
Why you expectin’ shit from me?
I ain’t expectin’ shit from me
Why you expectin’ shit from me, bitch?
I ain’t vexed this shit funny

[Verse 2: Dahm.]
Shit I did five or six Vyvanses writing this
Right in my type of environment
Why’d you link mid? You should private it
My advice is find a fucking psychiatrist
Hypnotize so rhyming’s not in your mind
But if I supply it, feels like lines in your sinuses
Why you tryin’ shit? Learn what silence is
Just a little bit of magic that Midas shit
Boy you second fiddle tiny lil violin
I see you cryin’ why you tryna hide it? It’s trifling
Why oh why you want to act like you nice with it?
What you expectin’, a smile and shit? Naw

[Hook: Miles Powers]
Why you expectin’ shit from me?
I ain’t expectin’ shit from me
Why you expectin’ shit from me, bitch?
I ain’t vexed this shit funny
Why you expectin’ shit from me?
I ain’t expectin’ shit from me
Why you expectin’ shit from me, bitch?
I ain’t vexed this shit funny

[Verse 3: Thiago]
What you expect from the boy? Do not play with him
Bitch I been busy, like you gotta wait a bit
Stressing for verses like Spiderman pictures
You slapping your desk like you J. Jonah Jameson
Bitch I'm a menace, why you sweat me?
Need to get independent, not Mr. West
I’ma finish my sentence, I ain't hit you back
‘Cause your shit's not impressive now don't get offended
What the fuck are you sayin’ in your verse?
Think you're playin’ with your words, every line is a stretch
Feel bad when their feelings get hurt
So they all getting curved, what the fuck you expect?

[Hook: Miles Powers]
Why you expectin’ shit from me?
I ain’t expectin’ shit from me
Why you expectin’ shit from me, bitch?
I ain’t vexed this shit funny
Why you expectin’ shit from me?
I ain’t expectin’ shit from me
Why you expectin’ shit from me, bitch?
I ain’t vexed this shit funny

[Verse 4: Atwood]
Yesterday I had someone ask
When my new album's gonna drop
I wanted to pop off but I shouldn't though
‘Cause my album just dropped
I've had so many people that I used to know
Say boy you dope, and when you blow up
Just don't forget us little folk
But truth is I already forgot
All in my spot, they gettin’ swerved
Like they pedestrians
I'm getting all that I want
And they gonna learn that I don't got extra
I keep my hands on the top
Self-driven like I'm whippin’ a Tesla
Coincidental how you think you 'serve extra
Why you expectin’ shit? Bitch this profession