[Verse 1: Cyrus]
Give me drums from the bottom we live
Don't throw shade at the sun
Might get you off of your bizz
Please no photos ain't nothing picture perfect
My voice so f**ing winded let my light skin do that talking
Been cooking up all morning
Crack rock in these vocals
My music got the kind of tendency to make a drug out of your woman
My music got the kind of tendency to bring love out of your woman
My music got the kinda sh** that make you want to hit the keyboard start the replay
You built a wall keep that sh** like D-day
All I make is dollars I don't ever see change
Been in the back my whole life I think it's time for me to just make a seat change
From a cheap date to overbooking
Now half these rappers couldn't be my DJ
Used to want to be the f**ing man
Found out that life a b**h like to f** all 3 ways
(you talking all, all three ways)
Its mine to take i'm a chip off the old block
All we do is kick doors I ain't ever gon knock
I ain't ever gon cop I ain't ever gon mock
You can keep that old p**y but she gon want this new co*k
I'm feeling under rated you a f**boy pit stop
Still f**ing comin' everyone want your taste s** with your bottom feeding a** f** your taste buds
Liquor talking let me tell you what
I'm a shot caller don't play yourself
When that phone ring I pick it up
And with one click I'm hanging up
Don't want shine for the famous such
And your favorite rapper ain't my favorite nothing
Matter fact take your favorite rapper and his best verse wouldn't make the cut
Don't do rules no regulation
Life crash and no invitation
Got one team and they specktatin'
And the real me finally wakin' up
This the one the make my man on the moon
Then my world came crashing down
Used to want to make my soul far gone and I wrote this in half an hour
They dont know no
They dont know no no
No no
They dont know no no
They gon know now 2x
They werent with with you
They werent
[Verse 2: Cyrus]
I ain't playin with you, you a bench player
Get the start they don't bench players
When I got signed the tellin' subside
Went back to those rolling papers
Like how the f** I'm go'n make a record
How the f** I'm supposed do that
People actually go'n hear this sh**
Now I'm thinking that is go'n do that
I got people round me go'n run circles round me
Tellin' threats without an origami
Phourthelove still got production
This an on the lake that had all my problems
sh** don't add up caught up in a book
Why am I the one that had to come from nothing
Why am I the one that always late for something
Why do I invest these b**hes don't pay for nothing
She said that I was like John
John Bellion
I ain't said no baby no baby
Got more bars than phones baby
All 3 of em
3 of em best friends got 3 of em
Mix tapes got 3 of em
Hit songs got 3 on it
Next up i'm gon be the one
Cold world but I'm heatin up
One day I was a certified genius and what the f** you think I been on
Officer never off and on
Face time with an office legend
Like oh no, no, no, no
Like oh no, no
They don't know no
They don't know no no
No no
They don't know no no
They gon know now 2x
They weren't with with you
They weren't