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scru face jean - wakked out murals (dj ak response) lyrics

[intro: kb as dj akademics, scru face jean]
y+y+you remember drizzy
he acts like he doesn’t wanna answer, hahahahahaha (you n+gga, you)
yeah, you know me, we go back, we go back, we go–y’all knew that, though (must be off weed)
so like—drake? dr+drizzy? (if you say i’m just a fan, i’m just)
(if you say i’m just a fan)
i mean, you can’t depend on everyone, but i+i guess i can always depend on this drink (especially, on a page smaller than me)
i can always depend, you never left me lonely (but you say i’m just a fan, i’m just)
after everything (but you say i’m just a fan)
i need to take a shot

[verse: scru face jean]
yesterday, somebody wacked out my mural
imposters gettin’ oscars, actin’ like they thorough
you wanna know how you not a prize to your girl?
you gotta argue that you a prize to your girl
hammer sh+t, the f+ckin’ banana clip like a lil moon
if you suspicious, chop touch your b+tches and make a lil boom
them lil coons can try to defend you and get the steel, too
seventeen shots, but would you believe there’s still two?
can’t move, lookin’ for help but your homies still too
you still too old to be actin’ like you still two
my rappin’ ass gon’ hit like the shaq attack, this steel 2
i’ll steal you and then run your pockets, b+tch i steal, too
professor and this is your lecture, a new semester
when we press ya, feel the pressure like sittin’ by vic mensa
oh i like that, now you gon’ have to pump this with an ice pack
n0body in your live chat gon’ help you get your life back
i might snap, and i ain’t no gangster, but b+tch, i’ll fight back
make money off of bodies like you did on war in chiraq
n+ggas let you slide but if they ride, then you a nice pack
but they might slide and touch you like unlocking an ipad
my bad, lots of gun bars, but b+tch, i got to
pop two and drop two like drizzy with the lawsuits
now tell me, what did mal do? was it that drizzy called dude?
just like an ex+b+tch, mad at the next chick you talk to
hit you in the face on cam like your girl did
hit you in the face with the can like your girl did
make you look like less of a man like your girl did
pull your plug in front of your fans like your—ah!
you corny, spoke on me for like 30 minutes, you bore me
need to get low and ignore me ‘fore we get the low from rory
a lot of your fans ain’t even your fans and that’s just tough luck
when they k!ll yo’ ass in the chat, is that just tough love?
i’ve seen you do some big things and they ain’t even buck up
i noticed that they way more excited when you f+ck up
that’s f+cked up, ’cause we you luck up, them n+ggas simmer down
they typin’, “ak got a weird case, why he still around?”
i’m just a random fan? you obviously lyin’
when both them pages that you said that on are smaller than mine
just hit up face and pick the place, pick the debate, or pick the ring
and i’ma show up like drake never does for your streams
boy that’s mean, ’cause you ride for that n+gga and his team
boy it’s sad, wait, do you even have a picture with your king?
try to lie, but we all know that sh+t is hurtin’ you
if he even stood next to you, i bet your world would move
is there one good reason that he won’t work with you?
he ain’t hidin’ y’all from the world, he’s hidin’ the world from you
and you don’t even see he workin’ you, player
closest that you ever been to drake was his f+ckin’ impersonator
it’s crazy while you sit there with your scorpion hat bent
he steamin’ with a dude that ain’t know scorpion happened
and if he does it now, it’s only ’cause we said he b+tched you
and the whole internet is tellin’ you that ain’t official
so if he finally post that picture of him standin’ with you
just thank me later, i’ll take care of all of your issues
but honestly, never mind, ’cause all your views are from a dark lane
what a time to be alive, but no more life after the chop bang
and nothin’ was the same, you so far gone, you with god, mane
“you readin’ this, it’s too late” is what they read when the cops came
you anger folks like them racist jokes from andrew schultz
you the type be sayin’ “woke,” not knowin’ what they made it for
pardon my manners and pardon my grammer
but i’ma make you cry worse than saucy santana
pardon my manners and pardon my grammer
but i’ma make you cry worse than saucy santana
around n+ggas, you be b+tchin’, you only tough against women
i’m really startin’ to think that you see them as competition
or maybe your next victim, i know they want you in prison
you actin’ like you be pimpin’ but shorty done got you simpin’
coward, you got a yellow belly like the simpsons
you just mad that n+ggas took your b+tch, scottie pippen
and drake gon’ be mad when that n+gga log on
and he sees “not like us” was your number one song
[outro: scru face jean, kb as dj akademics]
hahaha
shoutout to the spotify wrapped but you just got wrapped up, yeah
my name is scru face jean and i’m pretty freakin’ awesome
and i love you!
dear drake, i wrote you but you still ain’t callin’

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