BLINKERS lyrics

[Intro]
Excuse me, sir, may I please have some more? (SKOTSKR)
Yuh, yuh

[Refrain]
I'm on the horse track and they proddin' (Yuh, yuh)
Bi-bi-bi-bi-b*tch, you gettin' sent back to where you started (Yuh, yuh)
2021, still ashin' in the carpet (Yuh, yuh)
He barely twenty-one, already thrashin' in the garbage, garb— (Yuh, yuh)

[Verse 1]
Yuh, rappers think they got swag, it's unoriginal (Yuh, yuh)
Never had to scrap before, that's why they send subliminals (Yuh, yuh)
Never stepped inside a trap but rap like you a criminal (Yuh, yuh)
Yeah, this sh*t exclusive, b*tch, quit askin' what I get it for (Yuh, yuh)
A-a-a-a-all my opps runnin' up my streamin' check
Callin' me the worst, they ain't even f*ckin' seen it yet
Callin' me some words make me feel a sense of deep offense (Ayy, ayy)
Put me on when it's right 'cause I don't really need it yet (Yuh, yuh)
I-I-I-I'm on the horse, trapped in the races (Yah, yah)
I was—, I was born this way and I would never f*ckin' change it
Album on the way, you motherf*ckers, keep it patient
Y'all bein' rude as f*ck, g-guess I'ma keep 'em waitin'

[Interlude]
I'm dyin'
[Chorus]
E-e-e-everybody wanna race 'til it's blinkers
B-b-bad chinky ho and she suckin' on my fingers
You ain't hard, you never been, and you can't see the f*ckin' picture
I don't—, I don't give a f*ck, everybody's a f*ckin' winner ("Is this 2018?" I don't know)

[Verse 2]
This tandoori chicken 'boutta beat my f*ckin' ass
P-p-pus*y talk sh*t, I'ma put him in the grass
H-h-how you tell me 'bout me when you lookin' through the glass? Gla-glass
Ran another race, know that sh*t'll never last, l-l-l-last

[Refrain]
I-I-I-I-I'm on the horse track and they proddin' (Yuh, yuh)
Bi-bi-bi-bi-b*tch, you gettin' sent back to where you started (Yuh, yuh)
2021, still ashin' in the carpet (Yuh, yuh)
He barely twenty-one, already thrashin' in the garbage (Yuh, yuh)

[Verse 3]
Smells like sh*t in every L.A. function
Devil in my room, he behind me
Talkin' heads tell me leave my team
Technically, I ain't even rhymin'
f*ck swag, f*ck anyone who got it
I'm a thumbtack on your motherf*ckin' bottom
You a c*m rag that I use when I'm finished
Oh, you love rap and abuse hella women?
You a rockstar, you gon' be a f*ckin' rockstar
I could ride a dumb horse too, yeah, it's not hard
Yell rap, I could motherf*ckin' sell that
I don't give a sh*t if you couldn't already tell that
[Interlude]
Stay with us, man
Don't go into the light (Agh)

[Chorus]
E-e-e-everybody wanna race 'til it's blinkers
B-b-bad chinky ho and she suckin' on my fingers
You ain't hard, you never been, and you can't see the f*ckin' picture
I don't—, I don't give a f*ck, everybody's a f*ckin' winner, wi-wi-wi-wi—

[Outro]
Yah, yah, yah, yah
Ugh, ugh
Yah, yah, yah, yah
Ugh
Are you f*cking serious?
What the f*ck did I tell you about trying?