F.O.H. (For Opinionated Humans)

[Intro: Remi] Yeah yeah Sensible J. Times Dutch Here come the drums! This right here is dedicated to any phoney homies who judge But can’t look in the mirror, you suck! [Verse 1: Remi] I do not care about how I look in your le specs Your vision of my street wear’s of no interest to me I’m being myself, hence I’m being the best I’m dope like shit you slip until you need antihistamine And it’s been like that my entire lifespan Like my right hand I do me infinitely When you got a light tan amongst white man You’re gonna stand out - I don’t say that for sympathy It’s fucked the [?] Talking ‘bout swag, know that that’s not shit to him Doc Martins and raw denims on my ligaments If you’re not feeling it And want to take shots at the boy like George Zimmerman - eat a dick Huh, nah you’ll never see me faking a fuck Can’t be cool if you copying what’s already, huh? Plus you fuckers are making me [?] to God The way you fuckers try too hard My Loooord [Hook: Remi] Ahhhh, fuck your opinion! Cos no matter what my teams gonna contin-ya To do what we do We don’t care what you think, nah Go ahead, kick up a stink because we just Do what we do Your whole life is a farce, what we make is art That’s why you come last and we Do what we do We stay true to us We keep on improving us, oooh we just Do what we do [Verse 2: Remi] You know my favourite shit? When you first start making shit Nobody cares but then it works and And everybody’s got to add their two cents Muthafuckas are shameless, huh? They come at you tryna drain you like girls when they take my cum Then break you like interrogations done by government agents At Guantanamo Bay, uhhh All so they get a momentary power trip A break from lives they can’t be proud to live But if you talk shit to me just know that You dealing with an Ironman like Rob Downey, bish Wanna tell me bout rap, then I tell you like this You didn’t write, buy, sign, or distribute this shit So you’re not in your right mind if you think that this is Church where you can preach or contribute to shit I don’t know you, how the fuck can I owe you Answer me that, go ahead I’m listening Even my closest don’t go in on my vocals So how come you can? And why do you think I give a shit? So next time you see me out at a function Keep your advice and you keep your assumptions Cos we keeping it hard as chilli enchiladas and We don’t leave the studio until shit’s bumping Sucker [Hook x2] [Outro: Remi] Bouncing Keep bouncing Keep bouncing Keep bouncing Keep bouncing