THat Part (Shaded Remix)

J-A-Y
*That part*
*That part*
Shaded Remix
*That part*
Out this bitch
Lets get it
*That part*

You the type to bust quick in a ugly bitch
False start
*Woah*
We saving up for big bodies
You hype over a go cart
*Wow*
Went to Check my pulse and felt my ice
No heart
*Woah*
This the shaded shaded remix sum sum
I Kinda forgot that part

I'm the type to write hits every motherfucking day
Groupies all up in my face
That's that motherfucker jay
Hoes get no play
New slaves for doomsday
And to think i give a fuck bout what you say?
Shit
I don't care if this shit's unethical
Bitch get over here and let me rupture yo shit
Till i burst a testicle
I feel as though these hoes
And average Joe's think i owe em something
I've been contemplating
On waiting on them to realize that
I don't gotta give them nothing
Shaded Jay's too drunken
In the subconscious
To give a fuck about this nonsense
I'm here to make a profit
And you devote your life to try to stop it
At all costs
Any win for you is my loss
I can't drop the ball
No time to stall
On some fuck the world shit
And I'ma hit raw
Have a love child
Armageddon
Taste of world domination is so refreshing
Cause i'm doing anything that comes to mind
Like motherfucker
What even is regretting
I'm so upsetting
To the ones who thought id be normal
And okay in the head
But i create destruction every which way i tread
I dream at night all i see is red
I feel the dread
I hear screams
From the seams of the walls in my room
Occasionally black
But we'll get back to that
The sun will rise regardless of which laws are broken
Who's skull is cracked open
Who's keeping their family afloat with
A couple hundred dollars in food stamps
And have to break lamps
In the fire place to get heat
To warm feet
And sleep
In the living room together
Thinking about whatever
They did to deserve this
Born into something that could of been better
But someone keeps his mouth shut
Doesn't complain
Not once ever
Someone got crafty
Someone got clever
Someone almost killed themselves
What even is mental health
Shit can't possibly get worse man
I've been there
Seen it first Hand
I've moved up a little but there's still a struggle
So close to being up
Everybody wanna be in the huddle
Adlibs
2 to 3 sounds
I don't want these hoes
Go and catch the rebounds
So stressed out i'm rolling trees now
Not satisfied till I've faced me 3 pounds
These go go gadget
Faggots
Cupcake status
They fucking sweet now
Not satisfied till someone gets beat down
Bitches see me and don't speak
Buh sleep wit a rat
And have the audacity see a mouse and go "eek"
*Fucking Bitch
The fuck?*
So fucked up how backwards this shit is
We got men strait acting like bitches
Wearing girl clothes
More of a bitch than a hoe
Half of the mainstream rappers can't even flow
Take away the fakes and we'll see how it go
Lyrics official cause im keeping it real
If i can't get this shit handed over
Bitch i'ma have to steal
My spot before these fakes turn real
Y'all gonna be salty when this wood turns steel
Y'all gonna be salty when that shit gets over-killed

*Bring the chorus back*

You the type to show up on a segway
Paul Blart
Simple motherfucker went to splurge and found himself at Walmart
Common sense in minimal
But my dumb ass is so smart
Flow funky
Old fart
Bitch i stay lit wit no sparks

Gimme a moment
Nah give me a chance
Now Belt is undone now bitch get in my pants
Assume the position and let the touchin commence
Hit this bitch like its electric
*Electric x2*
Fucked up puns i got tons
Bitch its metric
Shit gets hectic
Too strong of a motive
Can't intercept this
I don't regret shit
Do everything on purpose
Cause everything's worth it
Peasant be gone your fucking life is worthless
Every breath i breathe brings static pain as if
I had dirt kicked
Into my eyes to make me short circuit
But that's not enough
I wanna keep going until my time is up
And my lungs are dust
I've lost the trust
Of everyone I've ever loved
Got a knife in the liver for every whore I've shoved
And i die from the loss of blood
Found in my house drowned in the tub
The blood bath
Little play on words
Just think i had the nerve
I guess i got what i deserved
When will i ever learn
To keep my thoughts to myself
I try to tell my girl but she just switches off to something else
She worried bout school work
I'm worried bout the wealth
So fucked in the head
I've lost my worries
And now i'm friends with Furries
I could give 5 flipping
47 fucks if it's LeBron or if its Curry
I just wanna get fucked up at a Kentucky derby
Avoiding booty pirates cause jay ain't catching scurvy
Unbreakable... You'll never overwork me
But you sure as hell do erk me