Mad AtThe W Orld lyrics

[Intro]
Put it away ('Ringe)
Writing I don’t feel
Let’s see

[Verse]
Put away my notes 'cause I don’t feel like rappin’ ho
Put away my notes 'cause I don’t feel like writin’ ho
I don’t give a f*ck I’m using my natural voice
Why? 'Cause n*gga I said I don’t have a choice in this f*ckin’ sh*t
I do not give a sh*t about this sh*t, there’s nothing sh*t
f*ck's with it, I’m just openin’ up random sh*t because I feel like it
If you do not like it, oh well, go ahead and bite it
Bite all of it, rip my f*ckin’ di*k off
I don’t need this sh*t, nor do I want it
There goes a ho
Tired of writing and not havin’ any type of f*ckin’
f*ckin conservation for this sh*t
f*ck all that sh*t, f*ck all that sh*t, f*ck all that sh*t, f*ck all that sh*t
Uh em, I ain’t doin’ that sh*t
Uh em, I ain’t goin’ out like that
I told you before, but nobody would believe that sh*t
So, I’m not going to do anything
Bang, let, watch the f*ckin’ beat go off 'cause I don’t f*ckin’ care about sh*t
And if I did, I would’ve probably done something by now, but you know
f*ck all that sh*t, f*ck butts, f*ckin’ hands over our butts
f*ck am I talking about? I don’t even know, I’m doin’ this sh*t right now bruh
I just rambling to my ass off 'cause I f*ckin’ feel like it ay
And I’m makin’ up words, f*ckin’ pop and sh*t
I don’t give a f*ck 'cause you know better
If I said somethin’ f*ckin’ be more clever
Did I say that I give a sh*t, I shoulda known better
If I didn’t then you know whatever
They know better
I mean who knows better? I don’t f*ckin’ know
I need to rage or I’ll die from stress
But I guess I have to die from stress in order to get the whole clan you know bumpin’, doin’ sh*t you know
Perhaps, per f*ckin’ haps
Who knows?
I know b*tch, and I know that you won’t f*ckin’ hear this sh*t
[Outro]
So, I’m f*ckin’ tired of this sh*t (f*ckin' tired, f*ckin' tired, f*ckin’ tired)