They Can’t Come (WDELH/MDS/RMX)

[Verse 1: P.O.S.] Hey I'm a flash in a class of my own A disaster with thoughts overblown I massacre average crap With a head so advanced I was kicked out of school, never warned Picked out, red flagged as a dirt bag Sick fuck, punk with a rat in his book bag Pig pen with a head full of deal with it Mouth full of fuck that, no concealing it In the burbs where the words don't sting Cause the birds and the boss and cops don't think You could tell who the fink, who the joke, who the link Who's that? and who thinking you a criminal Simply cause you're black cause they lack the respect from the get So you act like a maniac Laugh at the way they act Passion is aimed at another map Outta here fast Match to the gas No looks back [Hook: Sims (P.O.S.)] Relay, relate it all culminate (Friends in the headphones Fam in the headphones) [Interlude: ??? (Lizzo)] Going dummy for prices at commissary Devices for commentary [?] is kind of scary (Gimme money, put it in my tummy Eating up) Counting off all of my cherries For [?] in the promissory Permission for intermissions Remissions for competition To make 'em listen [Verse: P.O.S.] Listen Friends in the headphones Fam in the headphones Manage the rest let it bump See the culture is dead wrong Angular headstrong All the way past y'all run When I gotta Rather walk briskly Punch when I gotta Rather talk slickly Shift quick Honda Accord accordingly When I wanna Your norm is boring me My norm's exploring, G I implore you to enjoy any road you see I mean, what's yours? All it It's your call A cop at the door stall it Kicks on out the back And off that Rather sit pretty Punch if you gotta Running this city Running this city Yeah, running this shit Tryna bring it all [?] [Interlude:??] [???] [Verse: Sims] I read the future in my palms then washed my hands I don't do what it takes anymore I demand Paid for it patiently Now I'm done waiting It's mine for the taking Breaking every TV station Yelling all hail Satan Just to watch them shake Yeah, I changed the shape I'm a monster trying to swear to a rhyme[?] Dropped out of college cause I couldn't afford it Now I do shows at that college and that college pays my mortgage Call it what you want but I call it gorgeous You keep on foraging on collagen and corn I've pushed the pedal to the floor ever since I was born No code to break no need to wait Relay, relate it all culminates in a (fuck that) Grabbing on my nut sack Fuck rap, my new plan is A new planet I don't even even live here, damnit Update your status, fuckface I've had it And it don't mean much And it don't mean much Just grab my nuts