Merchline (feat.Pi'erre Bourne)

Everybody waiting for the day to see my downfall
Please don’t hit me on the phone, I just wanna be alone
Crashing on my face is what my friends are all down for
I got one more episode, and five hundred more to go
Momma asking who when she saw me for the first time
Please don’t hit me on the phone, I just wanna be alone
When can I be famous, I’m just tryna make a merch line
Yeah I got a girl but I don’t think she know me
Should I tell her that I rap, then she’ll just think that I’m phony
Everybody hating passing up like they Ginóbili
This rap shit surrounds my lifelike surround sound from Dolby
If I fly to London then I better get a pony
I put young boy on my shit because it’s macaroni
I don’t need a Grammy, or an Oscar or a tony
I just stick the trap then the game is in a nosebleed
Super soar, yes I super roar, I’m a stupid dork
In the air, they get hella scared, yes I do eat pork
Get a check, go to work, on a pad, make it wet
Get the kids, leave em in the back, before I forget
Boy this ain’t no rack shit this some rap shit that I do the best
Fucking on a beat that young Pierre put down for me to get
Everybody trashing on this style so I just boo da pest
Then I mop them up and ring me down like they a stupid mess
Everybody waiting for the day to see my downfall
Please don’t hit me on the phone, I just wanna be alone
Crashing on my face is what my friends are all down for
I got one more episode, and five hundred more to go
Momma asking who when she saw me for the first time
Please don’t hit me on the phone, I just wanna be alone
When can I be famous, I’m just tryna make a merch line