[Verse 1 : Witty Rock]
I'mma need more than a little bit of cash, man these dream ain't cheap
And I ain't sellin' 'em my soul, instead I auction off my sleep
Only if you niggas knew my thought process throughout the week
I been labelled as a misfit, asshole, creep, fuck it
I don't need your validation or your admiration
Shit I'm livin' free, dog, Emancipation Proclamation
Check my town, only a matter before my proper placement
Pay attention, I'mma go [??] in greatness
[Hook: ?]
But, for now, what you even wanna talk to me for?
Only wanna speak 'bout what I die and what I bleed for
Funny how I'm cunning, but I'm such a social retard
Funny how I'm cunning, but I'm such a social retard
For now, what you even speak talk to me for?
Only wanna talk 'bout what I die and what I bleed for
Funny how I'm cunning, but I'm such a social retard
Funny how I'm cunning, but I'm such a social retard
[Verse 2: Junior]
Fuck you if you ain't fuckin' with us
[?] D-M-C is a must
What's a bond with no trust? Good as some head with no bust
I guess it's similar, but life's feelin' familiar
Youngest nigga, but the old heads said they feelin' him
Like TNT, you killin 'em, but that's just what's expected though
Always bend more records though
Bitches wave like who's next to go?
I'll take a swing at bases low, did
And yes I be on my shit, born in 1996, nigga
Rocky rocket, please don't let me stop it
These elementary niggas get played, like hop-scotch
We takin' it to the top, and tryin' to stay away from opposite
And beast as much as we presently can, I know you cannot stop rockin' to this
[Hook: ?]
But, for now, what you even wanna talk to me for?
Only wanna speak 'bout what I die and what I bleed for
Funny how I'm cunning, but I'm such a social retard
Funny how I'm cunning, but I'm such a social retard
For now, what you even speak talk to me for?
Only wanna talk 'bout what I die and what I bleed for
Funny how I'm cunning, but I'm such a social retard
Funny how I'm cunning, but I'm such a social retard
[Verse 3: Witty Rock]
Keep a cup full of the party preparations
See me, I'm regulatin' til I get my reparations
You know the expectations, but me, I'mma raise 'em higher
Please do not call me sire, it's Witty Rock to you squires
That mean shit, my ding-a-ling spit, at your seamstress
Tell me who is flyer? I'm shittin' on your designer
I keep my candy bar in the gold, just like Godiva
I'm talkin bout' the Magnum, I stab her and then goodbye her
Either I'm a asshole or one hell of a liar
I think I'm a asshole, cause I never will misguide ya
I pencil-dive her, up in her vagina
And fuck what other niggas had to say, I threw it out
[Hook: ?]
But, for now, what you even wanna talk to me for?
Only wanna speak 'bout what I die and what I bleed for
Funny how I'm cunning, but I'm such a social retard
Funny how I'm cunning, but I'm such a social retard
For now, what you even speak talk to me for?
Only wanna talk 'bout what I die and what I bleed for
Funny how I'm cunning, but I'm such a social retard
Funny how I'm cunning, but I'm such a social retard
