get this gualla
Yeah, differences with me that I actually go and do shit, yeah
Time is running out and soon you'll all meet at the root of this shit
You can't blame me, I've got no patience for the meager
They all hate me and I know why, cause they're weaker
They can't face me in like twenty different columns
They stand next to me and I make them look like golems
Yeah, look I got them moving faster
Marching to the music, they're just trying to avoid disaster
Yeah, yeah, fuck it broski, I don't got a master
Give me that degree and one day I'll show up a master
I'ma get so good at golf that I should be playing in the masters
I'm still a petty bastard, step on up and mash her
Two wins inside my nature, they're bigger than Fat Bastard
I just need to get this ball up
Neglecting all these birds, I'm not surprised when they don't holler
Yeah, on the goal, I'm focused like a scholar
But when I go to work, some days I still wear a collar
Yeah, it's fucking passing kale, who is he? Oh, he's a baller
Yeah, I'm one guy from the river, I hear that he comes around
I've got a music like Apollo, kill a thousand men with Keeley
They've been around a thousand years and they still wouldn't get close to me
She's lucky if I talk to her, I love her and her college
We're writing new philosophies, doing it for all of the men
And I don't care if they acknowledge it
Yeah, I'm doing it for the sea, don't even care if they all elusive
That just came inside the folder, that's just part of the whole mission
Moving with a double O out front of my own fucking name
Yeah, I got a bunch of power and a wide open league
She's counting me out, must be insane
Oh, what happened to her brain
Plenty of kids been blindfolded since before the aliens came
And I don't speak to broskies, they're too busy on career shit
I thought that was a mistake, didn't tell her because they fear me
She's lucky if I got shitty takes, so I do not keep them near me
I evolved out of shit, I learned lessons in the mix
Oh, push and kicks, I made a game, I am moving out of fate
You can't blame me, I've got no patience for the meager
They all hate me and I know why, cause they're weaker
They can't face me in like 20 different columns
Yeah, they stand next to me and I'll make them look like golems
Yeah, look I got them moving faster
Marching to the music, they're just trying to avoid disaster
Yeah, yeah, fuck a broski, I don't got a master
Don't give me that degree and one day I'll show up a master
I'ma get so good at golf that I should be playing in the Masters
I'm still a petty bastard and I'll make them do attention
I just need to get this guala