​Raised By The Internet - Malware lyrics

I feel weak I feel down I want the b**hes Want the money Want the crown Got these exes in my head saying "please come down" I got love for these d** Buy 'em buy the ounce Yeah they make me feel great till I hit the ground I need me a woman Who gon' make me stick around f** love That sh** make me cry too much I'mma f** up I ain't ever good enough She don't love me She just crave my touch She said "Don't talk Boy I just wanna f** Boy I just wanna f** Boy I just wanna f** Boy I just wanna f** Boy I just wanna f**" If you disrespect me I'll be disrespectful I'm not taking on too much, just the essentials [?] said I got a new direction Need a few more heads to complete my collection The dark skin with the dark path I dart past Anybody who wanna stay last I full blast I feel the turbulence I know they observing it They getting money, but how many are earning it? A year ago they said come back when you practise Now tell me where I go and get my letterman jacket If there's a party I'll crash it Money I'll bag it I'm Marvin Bagley I'm back with the baskets The baddest in the city (Sorry Mills) I'm never stopping till I own a couple plaques And even after that, I gotta get a couple stacks So I can turn right to the children and give it all back Ay, ay everyone shut up, everyone shut up (Shhhh) It's probably gonna be better than Blonde Afraid of being wrong so I'm usually reserved So when it's time to speak my mind I don't really have the nerve, sh** Kick me to the curb Done living in the 'burbs Where these white kids think they have the right to yell out racial slurs And I have no friends, because I pushed them away Or when we hang out, and I don't really know what to say I mean, everything's a blur now they called me a "n***a" And Hilfiger never made sh** for our people in the first place Haha, but now our people in the first place Times have f**in' changed since you took us from our birthplace And, uh I hate being compared to Khalid And I don't make music for all of these regular teens But if it sounds good I guess that's all that they need, right I need my mom a cosign on that house in 2018 (2018, 2018) Jacarandas I just miss you if I'm being honest But I'm not So I say that I'm just off And you say that I seem off under floodlights Flashing on the sunroof Flashing on the blunt wraps Flashing when you come through When you come through Come through Come through When you come through Come through I went from getting called f*g on the bus To moving to LA to live with my boys Yeah, came from writing my name on your Chucks To all-ages clubs And losing my trust in you You left me a letter Could give a whole f** if you liking my sweater I wear it for me Got low self-esteem I met Jelani And I'm feeling way better Moved to Cali for the weather La La when I'm Emma Stoned Gosling with my cheekbones Demarco in my earphones Salad days, Salad days Yes I am young but experienced Reality's so vague Can't help it, I'm Raised By The Internet Never get tired of this internet stuff I think my friends and family are taking it rough Go tell my mum I love her, I don't say it enough But I'm sick of all these people always calling my bluff I'm a full-blown menace A full-grown man This the 1500s I'mma steal your land I'mma start my brand What we put together And I'm gon take some time All we need's 4 letters I'mma a workaholic overdosed on productivity Made a tape with 20 dudes and only saw them on a screen I don't have time for reflections I'm too busy with the present I can see us in the future getting penance and it's pleasant [?] you can't see it RBTI After your heroes are gon' hear the tape I can't name one that won't wanna be it It's been a little less than a year So we still feeling it out Man just stop pretending you ain't heard the legend We know that you know we're about I got n***as on my side that don't want me to win But I don't say nothing, so I tend to hate my friends High school burn out, y'all a bunch of has beens Only thing like my dad is my thick skin Alpine n***as go way back, no stereo n***a I'm just crusing like a f**ing Ferrero I know I rap about my car, I'll do it till I die I cry, I f** up, I pray, I look up to the sky I'm insane Genius in the brain I'm the resurrection, black Kurt Cobain Asha on the team, J got recruit game b**h I stay lucky like a f**ing Celtics game n***as think they in my lane I own the whole freeway We were all Raised By The Internet For better or for worse Goodbye