Tire (a fractal exploration of opportunity)

[Verse]
Uh, yeah
What the fuck is this shit?
What the fuck am I supposed to do in here: existence?
Shallow with a narrow mind; I'm only hear for mischief
Light the motherfuckin' blunt, homie I insist it
Puff, puff, pass that back and just listen
Yeah, jumping out the window, hoe we out here
Why y'all stuck in limbo, we don't give a fuck about you
Expectations left back in the box, [?] without it
Exociety gon' ex you out, bitch (buh, buh)
Leaping roof to roof with all my friends, man it's tight here
Other rappers fall tryna to climb, man it's quite weird
When they try kick it, well its sorta like we psychic
Kinda not feeling it at all
We don't like it
We don't like it
We don't like it
How you finna bide our style and try arouse excitement
And I won't bat an eyelid
All you rappers sound alike
Chilling on my island, sleeping to your lullabies

[Chorus]
All of y'all are all talk
I don't wanna hear no more, turn it off
Y'all type wack
Y'all hate rap
Look at me hoe, I'm official
You can ask your mom she knows my credentials
Y'all type wack
Y'all hate rap