Spit It

I just spit it elevate it
Bring it back then motivate it
Put it round my neck and hang it
From the ceiling like a panic
Now I’m acting kinda jaded
And I’m feeling kinda faded
But you always know I made it
Cuz I really love to hate it
And I’m bringing in the paper
Like a fucking Demon slayer
All these women like a player
But I never had to pay her
Yeah you always have to make her
And I never had to lay her
Let me put that on a wager
Call me Charlie I’m a winner

Like woah like shit like woah
Let’s go again
Like whoah, you already know
Let’s go again

I’m coming back to let you know that I’m still making hits
Cuz I’m the only true producer that can spit this shit
I’m tired of being alone and unknown and on my own and rolling around in the dirt cuz I don’t really get it going ever second I spend on my phone and in a ditch is a second that some mediocre rapper comes out with a hit
Ima test you and I get it I’m a humble man
But compared to me every Grammy ever won was a sham

I’m a white kid
Like spy kids
And everybody wanna know why kids
Go back home to their parents and try shit
Cuz they don’t know what it means in the violence
They’re not righteous buy white shit
No, I don’t mean that off white shit
But while we’re on the topic of brands
Lemme say one thing about the Gucci on your pants

Designer clothes ain’t that
Think about your money and save some racks
Everybody wanna be like everybody
So they buy shit that everybody wear
Then next year it goes right in the trash
But this time it won’t
No, this time it won’t
Because I’m boutta be spitting this shit from the top of my throne