Observations

[Verse 1] You think that I got it... But I'm tryna get it... Take a knot out my pocket and tell my parents to spend it/ Buy a whip for my homies, then we smokin all in it Can't even see the rear view mirror give a FUCK bout an image/ Reality is... Everybody so consumed by popularity shit... So you KNOW the hoes don't want the talented kids We're nerdy, and weird, and listen to the music that nobody wants to hear/ Dear....oh you wanna pop a molly? Pop a zanny? Get turnt up in the club on a Tuesday like its Miami/ Fuck all of y'all in the club, rap niggas Y'all all sound the fuckin same, and that shit wack nigga We don't wanna hear about Them hoes that you fuck with Cuz everybody knows that Black girls don't suck dick 9-1, 9 on my back like the crucifix So you can fuck with me or keep bumpin that stupid shit/ Lol