Ouch! lyrics

Watch a man touch it down like an endzone
“Shake ya ass for me, why you throw me in the friendzone?”
Homie, she ain’t want it don’t you threaten Benzo
f*ckin' hell, homie, why the f*ck you take her friends home?

Spilling a verse, it ain’t nothing today
Took a pill up in an upper zone, ay
People ain’t popping a tropical
Everything gonna turn into a desert
This place is a menace
This hate it don’t bend us
We playing like tennis
We hit it, tremendous
I get it, I hit it, I miss it, forget it
I don’t give a damn where I go, ay

"Suck it up, b*tch you snitch, your kitchen cleaning fits you that’s you this you grab a tissue
Nab a fishhook, rap a diss, you tag a wish, you mad at this, you just a counterfeit"
Leaving you thinking 'bout a paycheck, thinking 'bout a snake check, b*tch you didn’t want, no
Hit back thinking 'bout a setback, could it be the click clack of a swinging clock?

Leaving you jealous of a thot (leave it)
Hitting you over with a box (leave it)
Hitting you up and in the DMs begging your forgiveness cuz he getting caught (leave it)
Sweet when he getting what he want (leave it)
b*tch when he get what you got (leave it)
Seen her beaten with a stick and all she do is screaming
"Stop stop f*cker get the f*ck away from me!"
Believe it, motherf*ckers, we be standing up now
Seen them, motherf*ckers we be jamming up down
Most motherf*ckers they be selling coke now
But we dealing with the music b*tch you sit the f*ck down
Man, gotta tell ya, people hate ya, so i save ya what i can, yuh, what i can yuh
They could chase ya, they could mace ya, they be in a alley finna pull up in your face but
Lotta better similar and never ending ways for taking lanes for aspirations, full of patience
Gotta calm it down a bit, got another missing killer on the loose, no clues, no shoes, no booze well
Might one day be a better star, but I never wanna be up stuck on the stage singing
"I don’t wanna die for them to miss me"

Woah
44 Bars would have been a main jam
But the whole Under Pressure thing is underrated, man
Wanted no more than to play God’s Plan
But Views is a banger; so is More Life, fam
Should’ve knocked out A$AP, counting hundreds
But a hundred to a hundred is a f*cking waste, man
People in my city only care about a hundred to a hundred
f*ck the competition, overrated, man

Couldn’t go anywhere without being asked where I’m going for my studies, why should I be so afraid?
“Mom’s friend” woman who i’ve never even talked to wanna talk to me about a better choice for gettin paid
Old man with a bit-part bit relation to me wanna tell me all about my next new phase
Word gets around and running sucking up my soul we be all comparing for our f*cking lives, goddamn
The world spins around you and every day’s different so know for the future it’s trivial sh*t
I’m hitting these triplets four hundred per minute, so easy to kill it, so easy to hit
44 More be my goal but i’m told it’s a whole 'nother level so i’ll settle for the show
Everything focused on the next word, next rhyme, next song, next record, next Antidote

If you bomb a test, put some curve on it
Have breakfast like Kurt vonnegut
Gloves on, come serve omelets
Shakespeare, I serve sonnets
Got loyalty like Kendrick
You falling off like Benedict
I f*ck it up, then I roll with it
If you hate me, you can suck a di*k
That’s it