#badmemory

cocky son of a semi-automatic

your body language is too loud

so funny would everyone would try and run up

i used to get laughed at for bein' different

now i get paid for it

that's the come up i guess

they used to yell over me

now they say it under they breath

you ain't impressin' me

you pressin' your luck

your luck is depressed

some of my friends

come for success

don't even improve

suckers just said

they love me to death

i'll see if that's true

i'm seein' right through you

demeanin' my new tunes

but streaming my you-tube

i shake my head and they bet

they ain't hearing my loose screws

talkin' to myself you'd think

i'm speakin' on bluetooth

you'll pretend

no skills so you use your ego as your ornament

such enormous heads that i can orbit them

spend years lookin' for that key to success

but when they find it they realize that there

ain't no fuckin' door for them

this is my shit

hop up in the cockpit

she might wanna hit the tropics

i might take her to boston

tell her baby

you know the rappers who act like the shit

and the ones who are the shit?

well

you've met the hybrid

goals

rap goals

who are you? i don't know

come up like: you had been a friend to me!

you have to remember me!

my bad

#badmemory

and i ain't changed shit

they just tell me that the numbers change

the competition shall remain nameless

'cause i forget their fuckin' names

god dang

they mad at my grind!

i laugh when they whine

legends turn to olympic runners

when they pass me the baton

i catch it with pride

i'm the prime example of making an example out of your prime

ask about me

but when producers bring a track around me

tell 'em i don't conversate with people

who wanna work with me then brag without me

'cause i ain't satisfied until my dad livin'

like he cashed a bounty

and my mom can't keep track of house keys

'98 i came out of the box

thinkin' outside the box

supply them with the tightest noose like how can i not?"