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.z3r0. - the callout lyrics

alright imma keep this sh-t slow
just to show some clowns how to really stay in the zone
let’s start with an order of alphabetics
a little bit of phonetics
i ain’t even misogynistic
but bhad bhabie cut that lisp-spit sh-t
laughin’ during that interview on no jump
dumb hoe bout broke my f-ckin’ eardrum
i can sit here all day
and pick apart the sh-t you say
to adam22
but i’d much rather leave a sk-nk -ss split in two
when i walk up into the booth
“ca-ssh me ousside”
hoe what’s 2 + 2
b-tch try and divide
try and decide if i move x to the left side
add over three and multiply
what’s equal to y
take an english cl-ss
and eat the fruit that the educational system afforded you
can’t even do this sh-t
callin’ out wannabe thug slash kid
do you even know how to spell b-tch
it seems to be 90 percent of your vocab
is thot, rat, and fat stacks
please just don’t hurt the genre with your cr-p
i respect you to a certain degree for him
he helped me find music as my tentacion
so do what that man carried out to do
like hear me out with honesty
i can hear lil’ yachty’s boat beginnin’ to leak
he’s startin’ to sink
you see bb
it ain’t you
its them too
almost every motherf-ckin’ member of your crew
y’all actin like there’s nothin to this music
like we wake up, put on our nikes, get in the studio, and just do it
but why don’t you take your p-ssion and use it
to take the f-cked up world and put some positivity into it
and if you already do
then great
don’t change
i don’t wanna be confusin’
i’ll open up right now
there isn’t sh-t to it
the only reason i’m bringin’ that hate
is cuz in my current state
rap is the only thing from stopping a bullet to the stem of my brain
this pen to the page
laborin’ away
24 hours a day
puttin’ my all into these words i say
i spend my time dreaming
that maybe dre, or mr. iovine will come seeking
and then they’ll see
that white hoosier containing
all these bruises
never retaining
and immunity to scrutiny
i know that’s what i wanna do for me
or i could switch to that depression zone
perks of a f-cked up frontal lobe
trials and tribulations
of tryna focus on what i’m sayin
runnin’ through the paces over what’s at stake
but i guarantee that train’ll still be late
you see that’s all it takes
a little transparency
and maybe have a positive effect on those who see
the lyrics that you are hiding from we
because all we want is someone to show love
not to make bird noises or make our car go bump bump
lil’ pump you a lil f-g
put a b-tch boy in a gucci body bag
wouldn’t want his clothes to drag
or his body to sag
it f-ckin’ k!lls me
people eat up these melodic beats
and call the artists rappers
so the moronic actions never cease
you’re a is my b
so lets just c
who all is gonna keep up with me
cuz this attendee
is mind bending
and body sending
hammurabi ending
when it’ll be fare you’re lending
who’s really the next up
y’all keep claiming it’s every single one
and to be honest i’m f-ckin’ done
putting up with the bullsh-t i hear
bout to go in one and come out the other ear
lemme show you how we do it
then you’ll see the sh-t i’ve been brewin
triple like the ozone
f-ckin’ bozo doesn’t know
which flow he owns
so he goes
“yo bro
lemme get a hoe
rings for fingers and my toes
make em’ gold
just be sure the plating doesn’t show
that way no one will ever know
that i never stole the show”
and there ya go
that’s every single person you givin’ a million to
atlantic records they know what the f-ck to do
cuz its easy to make money off a f-ckin fool
at this point i’m self produced
but the squeeze is worth the juice
i ain’t got sh-t to lose
you all accept people with hair full of rainbow paint
shoutout to the lockup 6ix9ine
b-tch convince me you ain’t fake
your bars are weak and under load they break
i could incorporate higher concepts
leave you in a smoke of stanky dank
this game won’t be the first to have came
cuz its thirstin’ and achin’
so the bed i’ll be breakin’
leave it jerkin’ and shakin’
while the others are murkin’ and aimin’
tryna prove to the daddy’s they never had
that they blabbin’ and they really bad
newsflash you f-ckin’ idiot
your crew’s past and you in last with the sh-t
so you gonna sit in it

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