Thus Far

[Intro] Yeah Uh Uh Uh Rez Thanks for listening to me thus far Thus Who the fuck says thus? Uh, uh, bigger and brighter things look Check it [Verse 1: Hi-Rez] Yo, yo, yo My boy Nick told me give a shit, Sobers have a funeral Roses, graves and a coffin Black clothing man it's so beautiful Making music daily never stuck up in the cubicle Nervous as fuck, biting my nails down to the cuticles Fuck the game up, busting out the semen I'm a demon, I'm fiending to get to beating these beats Till they fucking screaming In class I was sleeping, I was dreaming Fantasising of my penis inside Serena and Venus but Huh? Pants wet then I wake up Momma told me to shape up, bullies told me to pay up But I was concerned with music and getting my cake up Used to not have friends but now in the halls they say wait up! Uh, but I guess it's just the success Bring hoes who blow me off, not the same hoes I'm texting Shows every weekend, microphone testing Everybody Google me type in the next best thing Yeah, I'm not Mac Miller believe me Champion on the mic, find me on a box of weenies I dare you to compare me to Mac, I'll take a PC And shove it in your ass until you're spitting out your faeces Uh, and if that don't stop the comparisons I'ma take every MC and just embarrass them Every fan was staring and watching me whilst I carry them To the cemetery I'ma motherfucking bury them Uh, but enough of all this violent shit I'm kicking back with a joint and a Heine Fuck! Uh, I can't spit it again I'ma grind until I die or on Twitter I trend You wanna learn to spit, rewind it back and listen again Get a couple of notebooks and like five or six pens But just know I can't be copied when the mic's in my hand I said just know I can't be copied when the mic's in my hand so look Uh, man at this point I'm just rambling I got a date with destiny but she don't feel like answering I don't know how much longer I can go without this counselling She's the reason that I smoke until I look like I speak mandarin Uh, and that probably sounded racist But for my future sake let me apologise to Asians I want a taste of good life, this one I'm eating's tasteless And my mumma's a nurse but I'm like hurry, got patients Uh, so hurry up it's an emergency Since them days in my nursery I was ripping it verbally Personally, spitting these metaphors and hyperboles I suggest you get your ears checked if you ain't heard of me Because I do it perfectly, the furthest from your average teen Maybe that explains why all these sexy ladies adding me Asking "Can you rap for me?" but they just used to laugh at me I'm not a rapper, better call me an artist painting this masterpiece [Outro] Uh I'm always on my fucking grind A Walk To Remember Remember that shit What's up I'm out Bitch!