Lyrics
Intro:
You need people like me
So you can point your fucking fingers
And say, "Hey, that's the wannabe"
So? What that make you? Real?
You're not real. You just know how to hide it better
(Wanna play games?)
Verse 1:
I’ve been down, so down, now what’s up?
Everybody gonna drown in my notebook
Wanna be another clown in my outlook
Don’t drink and drive, but I’ma north-thug
Got beef with g’s , but that’s nothing
I deceased the beat, straight rocking
And I beat the beast, so I’m talking
MC’s, wanna say hello to my friend?
Yes, I’m right back and I beast mode
Everybody wanna rap, better be pro
Everybody wanna attack MV, so
Gotta stay strapped and whack every single
Evil soul, yeah, I beat them all
Feed their soul, with a piece of gold
Breathing slow, when I give these hoes
Cold ass coke with so much Mentos
Back with a bat, everybody wanna battle
Motherfuckers, I don’t really wanna shatter
But I gotta be the better with a hammer
Got letter in the chamber, umbrella for the weather
Man I said I’d never let up I’m so (raw)
Hook:
Music blogs never support me
I’m losing my mind, James Foley
I never got shine, but that is ok
I take it as a good sport, blow me
Cause now they gotta watch me take off
I don’t gotta kiss ass, make love
Media is feeding ya a fake buzz
And I don’t need suits, I’m the Scarface of Facebook
(You wanna play rough? OK)
Verse 2:
Wow, so many rappers
Wanna get up on a stage and capture
Everybody get fans, disaster
God damn, a scam, I gotta fracture
These cockroaches, motherfuckers
Fathersuckers, my budget, not a buck, still out here crushing
Busting, dusting, mainstream numbers
Nothing’s stopping, one hit wonders
Fussing, cussing, going under
Squashing, washing, showing thunder
So much shit, here comes the plumber
And when it’s you and me
Brazil and Germany
But still I’m sitting home, while you be on the fucking scene
Until that day when they see me, and what I laced up
I keep on spraying mace, Scarface of Facebook
Hook:
Music blogs never support me
I’m losing my mind, James Foley
I never got shine but that is ok
I take it as a good sport, blow me
Cause now they gotta watch me take off
I don’t gotta kiss ass, make love
Media is feeding ya a fake buzz
And I don’t need suits, I’m the Scarface of Facebook
(You wanna play rough? Fuck with me? Say hello to my little friend...)
Break:
Cause I’ve been doubted and pushed away so many times
I never got a handout, so I stayed inside
Working on my craft and my level
Went sky high, my pen is pissing of the devil
I’m Charlie Hebdo
Verse 3:
So now what?
Everybody want the power, devour
They don’t wanna work hours, cowards
I will never die, Jack Bauer
And I don’t give a damn, I diss you
I don’t want to be friends and kiss you
No hope and I plan to piss you
Off with a song so cold I freeze you
And I see no Sosa, but a bunch of G’s tryna be New Yorkers
Gotta hold my fortress
My balls so blue, but I gotta keep my focus
And I hate these roaches, tryna invade my pave, but I spray the locusts
The fake and hopeless never get a hold of me, man I show my posters
And I’m reppin’ Norway
MC’s get yellow snow, and that’s foreplay
I don’t tell a joke, I go foray
Never try to block my fucking doorway
Respect to the ones before me
And the fans showed up, support me
So thankful yah, when I plant the bomb
And I say goodbye to the haters, ahh
Hook:
Music blogs never support me
I’m losing my mind, James Foley
I never got shine but that is ok
I take it as a good sport, blow me
(MV yo x9)
Cause now they gotta watch me take off
I don’t gotta kiss ass, make love
Media is feeding ya a fake buzz
And I don’t need suits, I’m the Scarface of Facebook
Outro:
Give me your number, give me your number
My bedroom is taking over
So if you wanna step up to me little boy
Just know I’ll never redeploy
