INERTSTAR

I am not your typical rapper slingin' drugs
I'm just rapping bout' the shit I do
I run it on my ones
Muhfuckers lying to your face
And tryna' get the racks
Then you face em' with the facts
Then they can't say nun' back
But I come from the land
Where people run it up with knives
Rulin' with the help of kids
That can't do nun' with their lives
Kids wishing they had 9s
Ninety-six the thirty-five
R.I.P. to the people
That done saw through the lies
Protesting 'gainst nothing
Tryna' be like America
But them muhfuckers
Go to war with Americans
Tryna' do comparisons
Dawg that's hilarious
Wanna be America
Dawg you delirious
Can't even act
Like I'm better than all
Cause I been livin' American
Way more than y'all
Rappin' along
Sayin' that I'm going crazy for codeine
I got the straps
I'm 'bouta kill a motherfucker he owe me
This for my pride
Give a fuck about you and ya homie
I'll get my hittas run up on you
Give a fuck if you know me
You ain't on shit
Dawg it's just me and my brodies
You ain't never run up shit
Motherfuckers so phony

They wanna act that they so loaded
Motherfucker they loanin'
Man all the cars all the broads
Motherfuckers all fraudin'
Man all the cred for the feds
Motherfucker melodic
Man fuck twelve and fuck me
Motherfucker I called it

Seein' people grow up
They the ones I went school with
I am so immature
I am just a grown kid
Oh they poppin' Bombay
Lookin' with my hombres
Give a fuck what y'all say
Bitch I'm in the hallways
Ion' go to school
Motherfucker I'm too cool
They was right
We was wylin' give a fuck about ya rules
I might dropout
Show them muhfuckers how I really move
Beefin' with the teachers
That don't give a fuck about you
N' my people should be happy
That I ain't turn out trappin'
But I'm rappin'
Make a living off of kicks and the clappin'
Imma' be kicked out this bitch
So the people gon' be chattin'
Bout the kid
That was arrogant all about the braggin'
And I'm rollin' in the deep
When I coulda' had it all
Nice 9-5 average bitch
Ain't no tits on my dick
Employee of the month
Instead of any fun
The highest strung
Drug addictions picking up
They just said I fucked my lungs
Hittin' bitches fuck it up
Fuck it all I had enough
This my fault I had enough
D.U.I. this henny strong
Hurt these bitches way too long
Imma' kill it prove you wrong
Kill you look what I been on
Oxys left and the right Rocky
Coughin' get some syrup
Then I mix it up with sake
Do it on a Monday
Trippin' 'til its Friday
Repeat it on the weekend
People think I went to hiding
Look at all my freedom
And these kids they wanna be us
No you don't
Motherfucker you don't wanna see this
Keep it at three lines a day
Like we own Adidas
Sayin' we gonna leave this
Bitch I cannot leave this
Cuz it talk to me
Tellin' me it give me freedom