Moot Point

[Introduction]
Veron!

[Chorus]
Bring it to me (yeah)
Throw it back
Remember as a kid, I was tryna rap
Five years later I'm still doin' that (yeah)

[Verse 1]
Tools were handed to me as a kid I had to kick it off
Can't hear you, you wack wannabe, bitch you're getting soft
It's the Valentino vampire
Hearin' someone talkin' shit I'll pull my pants high
Veron gets the gasoline, then I spit fire
I'm the one who's real here, you're a bunch of fucking trash liars
Give my props, I'd say you're preaching to the damn choir
Man, I can't cope with no one, they got shitty work ethics
I work nine to five, finish the song, and then Veron edits
Months after we go in and make a new remix
Didn't see, then maybe now you'll see this
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Had enough, want my props now, mean boy
When I say the words, yeah they stick now
Got my day ones, yeah, I ride with a clique now
Poon tang finna slay with my chick now
Coughs when I hit it back, that's a sick plow
Tip ten cents, I like dimes and the big coins
Jesus Christ wrapped in a hell joint
When you spit your shit it's a moot point (haha)

[2x Chorus]
Bring it to me (yeah)
Throw it back
Remember as a kid I was tryna rap
Five years later I'm still doin' that (yeah)