I’M NOT FUCKING MAD!

[Intro: GRiT]
Yuh
Vital

[Verse 1: GRiT]
Talkin' that shit, then you better get lip lock
Fucking with the Lowlifes, leave you cut up in a Ziploc
Mystery like Ness Loch, leave the whole block hot
Skrrt off in the whip and then I buy my clothes, dead stock
Bet not, bet not, bet you get ya' head popped
Bet ya' get ya' dreads chopped, you get ya' head cropped
Hate my fuckin' brain, I don’t embody this existence
I don’t fuck with politics, political resistance
Fuck your coexistence and fuck your whole life
Don’t fuckin' play around me, I will take your life
I’ll take it with a knife, a shiny blade to your face
Then I’ll drag your bloody body all over the holy place
You’re a fuckin' waste of space, get the fuck out of my place
Yeah, I hate your fuckin' face, you’re just a walkin' cold case
You got fuckin' played, just blow out my brain
Make me insane, Probby take the reigns (I think it’s fine, bitch)

[Verse 2: Fuk problemchild]
Pussies wanna try, I don’t give a fuck though
Dirty Vans up in her eyes, yeah, we want to stomp hoes
Interrupting all her lies and now she fuckin' cut-throat
Fuckin' other guys, and yet I’m the fuckin' ho?
Fooling bitches, that’s my game, I don’t like you 'cause you lame
Thinking 'bout some bullshit ways to get your clout up everyday
I don’t love you ho, you suck, all you want is fuckin' drugs
Bitch, I hope you know I ate her pussy right before we fucked
Asshole, asshole, psycho with no cash flow
I’m Michael with that damn pole, I threw my fuckin' damn phone

[Bridge: Fuk problemchild]
Wait, hold the fuck up
I’m sick as fuck and I need’a let my throat rest
But, I ain’t no fuckin’—

[Outro: Fuk problemchild]
Wanna make a song? Go and hit my Cash App
Think we get along? You gon' have to backtrack
Fighting 'cause she’s wrong, I’ma have to slap back
Took my shit, I’m gone, I don’t trip because her ass flat