TLJ - Ø lyrics

[Eugenius] Aye! Aye! Aye! Aye! [Hook] I ain't zip, zero, zilch!! (x8) [Verse 1: Eugenius] Maaaaaaan I ain't zip, zero, zilch, makin' hits, we don't miss Wit my Ritz, cheetos, dip, watchin' Big Hero Six Livin' off a meal ticket, I'm a n***a, deal wit it I ain't do it, lemme live, rap game Bill Clinton I been waitin' for my turn, rap game Hill Clinton For a minute, been winnin', rap game Ken Jennings It's a new age homie, out wit the old Iller than a corpse comin' down with a cold You know I'mma ball, how I bounce and I roll Cuz I don't hang around for a pound from a foe Cuz I know in the bowels of my soul (I don't needa see) Votes go down in the polls (Time for me to leave) Don't go rockin the boat, cuz I'm rockin' and rollin' Like Jon Bon Jovi, you know me Folks go wild at my show cuz I ain't fake Never sold powder for dough and I ain't baked Never smoked flower or dro and I maintain Let alone hours I go, tryna stay sane Hetero child in a world where the rain came Then it got tied wit a bow, they expectin' ya boy To be tolerant for the intolerable Call me right, call me wrong, but I can't change Eyes on the goal and I'm not for sale Call you Shia LaBeouf, better watch yourself You gon end up on Dr. Phil, oh God It won't happen if it's not your will, cuz I ain't... [Hook] (Audio Recording) [JSmoove] Hold on, hold on, hold on, lemme play some real n***a *censored* real quick *Beeping car noise* [JSmoove] It's loading [Verse 2: Eugenius & Cleff] This don't make no sense Lemme put two on it You on it? I'm on it, been on it, me and my crew on it ...but I got dibs on it, you see my chips on it You see the work I put in on it, time that I spent on it ...but I'mma put my own spin on it Make it my home and pay rent on it MTV Cribs on it Watch how I do this, I do this I'm C-L-E to the double F, me and E-U-G-E-N-I-U-S Leave em left, (right?) Step aside, Imma hold it down, POP They don't wanna see a n***a win it, call me Leo D, we gon see We gon see if you really bout it, or if you just tryna make a milli out it I'm the nicest out and I be penny countin' Tryna make a meal at Wendy's out it, rummaging thru many couches When the pen be outta ink, I'mma semi-automatic Weapon when I'm at a session, grab a pen and pad, take notes (Click, click) Bang at the fake folks Sit, sit, stay, gotta train those wit the lame flows Leave a rich kid brain on the bank floor Gettin bankroll off a name, so my aim dope Gimme change when I'm at the line, imma make both Even when the game close Like I'm on a range tryna make clothes For my Wife and Kids, like a Wayans Bro I ain't never seen a better duo do it better Forwarn all the spitters puttin 2 and 2 together In the stu together, Snapchattin everything you do together Shoot, prolly even step inside the booth together Start a group together, mad jokes But where the raps tho? Say you lookin out for other homies, where the cash tho? I can see the snakes cuz ya gra** low We tryna make a splash bro, why you think the cover blue and yella? Huh? *Music Stops* Huh?? Dog! My bad man... Why would you...that's the... I can see em, moshin deep in coliseums Every day is Carpe Diem till I see a mausoleum Come alive in the PM, I don't get a lot of sleep in Imma needa Posturepedic, I been droppin all this heat and I been grindin all this week You was slidin in the DMs I was diving in the deep end, in a whole nother league If we talkin Top 5, I been plottin on the sequence I'm the type to try to beat em, you the type to try to be em I'm a beast, I'm a titan, a viking fightin Leviathons Striking the Goliaths, Lil' Sum' make a giant fall Diabolical plans, pathological liars said this ain't crack Step and see what happens to yo mama then Molotov ya property, dancin up on the ashes Lemme know if its a problem then, aight man, holla then You can't tell me nothin' Cuz my ego bigger than a L300 That's the bandwagon, my pants saggin', white America's antagonist The new wave, wiping out ya sand castles I'd much rather lateral pa** it to an actual rapper Who's actually pa**ionate, mastered the balance, of Fashion and snappin on tracks, fashionably late to the action Attackin' this 4/4, like I'm snappin' the kraken in half Abracadabra, we back in it, no magic trickin' Shouts to the ladies who active and ain't in Magic, trickin' We back in business, my story from rags to riches Yo story is Dory to these map address, boy it's mad forgetful I take a pencil and k** it by accidental You boys are a bag a Skittles, my crew full of dapper gentleman Shoutout the Dollar General manager, somehow managed to Hire and fire the most fire heard on the planet Earth