Jordeaux - Hipster IV lyrics

Penny for your thoughts? f** it, i'll give you mine f** changing the world, i'm trying to get a dime Wanna take energy? You're gonna make enemies You wanna hate Mitchie Bangs? Cool bro, get in line And for everyone who thought That i would quit it i'm Burning all you basic b**hes When i spit acidic rhymes So you better brace yourself like invisiline Preemo and 5'9'', 59, this sh** is prime Yeah, damn right man this sh** is prime Only listen to my fans i'll be damned If i ever let a motherf**ing critic climb I'll be damned if i ever let a motherf**ing critic shine And for everybody listening to Mitchie Bangs And wondering when i'm gonna be famous I tell them give it time Cause i'm only nineteen but sh** i got a dream Up in this game and b**h i brought a team f** a fake fool cause my fate is foreseen I'm clean, i mean i'm a f**ing machine Hit on that spliff then i split up your spleen b**hes be sipping on lean Then f**ing with dudes who gon' leave them with crabs like Their name is Eugene You know what i mean Its a f**ed up world Can't trust anybody, I just f**ed your girl Funny cause I never been the one to give two f**s But now i'm looking so fly in these new chucks But I can not relax, theres no stopping that I'm trying to make it to the top and back But now these b**hes say they're talking facts They better drop the acts before I drop an axe I been plotting stacks Trying to get so much green i'm the one that these Motherf**ers envy Please try your best to offend me Fill me up with doubt, its the doubt that sent me I know a lot of motherf**ers who condemn me Really they're the ones who could never comprehend me Thats why i'm winning twice every time you fail But right now b**h i'm louder than a blue whale Thats like 180 decibels So I treat this beat like its the art of war I don't need this heat so I delete defeat So I can show these non-believers what this heart is for But you're fake when you're off the beat So if you're talking street you can not compete And your day's only gonna get worse, cause with one verse I could make your whole career obsolete I mean honestly I got six mixtapes, like five fans Four years ago i would just drive fans I'm like three years away from just blowing up I'm still growing up but thats a lie fam Cause I don't ever want to be deprived man Of my creativity cause i'm the one motherf**er that survived man I got no regrets Okay maybe like one or two but who's counting those Maybe some perfectionist b**h I suppose They been waiting for my dreams to just decompose But i propose that we juxtapose I dont f** with hoes so I propose We put an end to all these hoes saying "WHAT ARE THOSE" I'm a yeti to the Serengeti, better be ready I know my burden ain't heavy, thats why i pop the confetti Cause its a party departing, part of me pardons the f** Who took one look at us and scoffed If I was you I would duck Under the covers, my lyrics flying as hot the summers The game is like the baddest b**h, always thinking of her Brother you f** with us? Thats a mistake, no time for abortion You calling me a twisted nut? Testicular torsion But if lyrics made the money, legends club would make a Fortune Everywhere the wind blows, blow it way out of proportion Until i'm rapping in a mental hospital, trapped in contortions A schizophrenic menace overflowing on endorphins But I love it when she grips my sword I ain't leaving until her hips are sore Yeah I'll show you motherf**ers what this sh** is for When I drop this track and give you motherf**ers Hipster IV b**h