Rage lyrics

[Intro]
Yeezo Beats
Saba, you so icy

[Chorus]
Flip to the pain (Okay, okay)
Feel the rage (Yeah)
Get out my way (Damn)
Choppa on me like Labor Day
I talk about money (Right)
Sex and drugs, it's funny (That's true)
n*ggas all want somethin' from me
I drop the mic and I hit the ground running
Flip to the pain (Okay, okay)
Feel the rage (Yeah)
Get out my way (Damn)
Choppa on me like Labor Day
I talk about money (Right)
Sex and drugs, it's funny (That's true)
n*ggas all want somethin' from me
I drop the mic and I hit the ground running

[Verse 1]
Put me on a podium, I feel like I'm on top now
That b*tch really did dub me, now she giving me top, now
I've been driving so fast, I don't think that I'll ever go slow down
Got a .40 on me and all these motherf*ckers get mowed down
Like right now, cook a n*gga up just like some Kung Pao
They don't fit the vibe, they jacking my style
Making songs for a minute, a long while
And I know what everybody gon' say
But I bet they don't rap with this wordplay
So think twice if you think you gon' hurt me
I got a flight, I said "Arrivederci"
[Chorus]
Flip to the pain (Okay, okay)
Feel the rage (Yeah)
Get out my way (Damn)
Choppa on me like Labor Day
I talk about money (Right)
Sex and drugs, it's funny (That's true)
n*ggas all want somethin' from me
I drop the mic and I hit the ground running
Flip to the pain (Okay, okay)
Feel the rage (Yeah)
Get out my way (Damn)
Choppa on me like Labor Day
I talk about money (Right)
Sex and drugs, it's funny (That's true)
n*ggas all want somethin' from me
I drop the mic and I hit the ground running

[Verse 2]
I rap ignorance, all this money gettin' spent
All these n*ggas really be my pets
I'm the teacher so I might need a vest
Send the check, b*tch, I need an advance
Broke her neck with the Louis, my pants
Cardigan, b*tch, you know that I bought it
The whatchamacallit, this money be chronic
I know that I said I'm alone
But don't bother, please don't bother hittin' my phone
When I'm in my mind, in my zone
I feel I'm better, all through the weather, all on my own
[Chorus]
Flip to the pain (Okay, okay)
Feel the rage (Yeah)
Get out my way (Damn)
Choppa on me like Labor Day
I talk about money (Right)
Sex and drugs, it's funny (That's true)
n*ggas all want somethin' from me
I drop the mic and I hit the ground running
Flip to the pain (Okay, okay)
Feel the rage (Yeah)
Get out my way (Damn)
Choppa on me like Labor Day
I talk about money (Right)
Sex and drugs, it's funny (That's true)
n*ggas all want somethin' from me
I drop the mic and I hit the ground running