HeadAss

[Produced by Kaytranada] [Intro] Old ass nigga... Plastic on the couch's headass [Hook] I don't really care about giving this nigga shine Ain't no light that he could use It don't make me, no, nevermind [Verse] Ain't nobody 'bout to hear that shit and think to click rewind With this rapping these days, this shit need to be defined I mean, lets start with the quality of your videos Guess who's who, this oovoo versus vimeo Blues clues with the verses I got all these kids attention Not to mention all these niggas in your mentions cause they fuck with me And this is only one percent, my nigga, that's luckily for you Craig Mack shit, it could get really ugly for you In reality, this ain't even really nothing new dawg You even got into it with Lu dawg Vic Mensa, Joey Purp too dawg It's like it's what you do dawg Like you reading off cue cards or somethin' That's just an observation Rough around the edges like you playin' operation Struggle bars, but don't let me break your concentration, know you need it Know you heated cause the city cold to you And you probably feel like summer, that money saved is old to you Cause niggas that your dumbass thought was little bros to you Gave some cold to you and a bitch and you showed through you And I bet this publicity gold to you Or tell the people how you just dropped a shitty album I could've posted the link to that shit as the cover to this song and probably could still predict the outcome How come if no fans then there's no projection A double entendre, Mick Jenk for re-election You PMS'ing, all the hatred need some redirection Still surface level, water supposed to teach you deeper lessons I guess you just another nigga missin' it And everyone that cosigned you, now that I mention it Yeah, see you was driving way way too fast They gassed you all the way up, now you just wasting gas I mean, I could've retweeted the comments under every post At this points responding to you's just doing the most At this point I could just let it be done But these days, I ain't been that good with holding my tongue Dawg, you can't fuck with me yet dawg You insane, I'm Usain, can't keep up with me at all It's like you bolted to the floor with this shit I'm on the 47th floor with this shit Opening doors with this shit On tour, nigga turnin' down whores with this shit You talkin' crazy, I implore you to quit 34 years, you still ain't figured it out yet I'm way more plugged into your creative outlet 10 years my senior, but I couldn't tell by your demeanour At your court serving love like a young Serena Your take on this situation's astonishing No one cares about irrelevant accomplishments It doesn't even matter if you respond to this It's been apparent that a long time ago you lost consciousness I'm tryna wake 'em up y'all It's inception He's in limbo, I think this nigga stuck y'all I mean who really gives a fuck dawg [Hook] Don't really care about giving this niggas shine It ain't no light that he could use It don't make me, no, nevermind [Sample] WAKE UP Wake up, wake up Wake up WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP