NERDCORE ROCKSTAR OF THE YEAR

[Hook]
Nerdcore rockstar of the year, yeah i fuckin fear
Nigga's mad that they gotta hear what they fuckin hear
Went from tuning autos, to this Auto-Tune in like a year
Niggas mad that I’m here, but I'm fuckin here
Runnin outta money for the Henny, now it's Everclear
Never clear, how the fuck I come, yeah it’s never fair
Tryna take my throne in this music, but you get a chair
Take a flight like a step of stairs, now I step they stare

[Verse 1]
O-G's mad, I tell you all to do what I fuckin do
Drink, fuck bitches, take the drugs that you wanna do
Yes it's true, all the drugs I do just to get it through
Emotional off this fuckin boof, when I'm in the booth
Feel like Simon, they do what I say so, yeah I'm an a-hole
Tryna smoke some shit with muhfuckin PE$O, and count some pesos
Feel like Hayden, way my name is just attached to the fuckin bankroll
Opps try to dip and they get fried like a fuckin egg roll
Freestyle king, yeah I ain't gotta write a bit
Her name Harley, feel like Davidson the way she ride the dick
In the hospital she slide me Vicodin like it's a vitamin
God say love thy neighbor, see the demons? Invite 'em in
International, in the UK with the blokes
It’s been 5 years, my ex a bitch, but still can choke
I love top, so if she come around she still get poked
There’s no weed inside this pen, but fuck it, I still can hope
*breathes in*
In hell, I exhale
I-T certified, so you know I hold the tech well
Gave my number to a bitch in the bar, but I'm already on my next cell
Like animations, ’cause these hoes get me animated
'Cause I don't have the patience, give a price they have to pay it
Need it all up front, can't do half a payment
And that hoe all up front, ain’t no ass was shakin'
But I love all my sluts, so I feel activated
Yeah the music crack bitch, the pro tools activated
You the type to a fuck a bitch, and you have to pay her
I'm the type to fuck a bitch, and she gotta pay me
Straight hair with no lips, that is not my baby
I ain't gonna fuck a milk cricket, you a cracker bitch
Rockin' out for a meal ticket, like Iwasa did
Hoppin' on this fuckin' Angel Beat, got it out the dirt
But I've been fuckin' chasing demon highs, Lil Uzi Vert

[Hook]
Nerdcore rockstar of the year, yeah i fuckin fear
Nigga's mad that they gotta hear what they fuckin hear
Went from tuning autos, to this Auto-Tune in like a year
Niggas mad that I'm here, but I'm fuckin here
Runnin outta money for the Henny, now it's Everclear
Never clear, how the fuck I come, yeah it's never fair
Tryna take my throne in this music, but you get a chair
Take a flight like a step of stairs, now I step they stare