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[Verse 1]
Me and my n*ggas maintaining
Pens hit paper he's going ape sh*t
Times a wasting, losing patience sick of Ls faced man, tryna be with bad blasians
In the W, bussin' an' blazin'
Do her like I do tracks when i’m off that- [boof pack]
In the room, they like who’s that?
I came to eat these rappers food, jack
So I’m feasting, breaking down glass ceilings, no time for feelings
I'm broke baby and I been thinking maybe
This music could make M a few Ms watch how I do them
Who sicker with the pen?
They got sh*tty defense, call 'em the Lakers
So I steal the crown with whats on this paper
Make this sh*t my life’s labor, money on MEDHANE be
The best wager

[Chorus]
f*ckn*ggAZMAKEMENAUSEOUS
THEY NOT sh*t, THEY NOT sh*t (No, they not)
TAKE 'EM TO THE DOCTOR
THEY NOT SICK, THEY NOT SICK (No, they not)
'FINNA GET THIS BETTY CROCKER
YALL NOT sh*t YALL NOT sh*t (No, ya'll not)
I BE THAT TOP AUTHOR
YA'LL NOT SICK, YA'LL NOT sh*t
[Verse 2]
Class act with a fat sack in my backpack asking where the cash at
Tryna get my brain back
Been a little too faded
But i was the best since I came in
Poppa couldn’t tame him
Did what I wanted would sit in class too blunted
To try and f*ck with
What the teacher said, dreams all in my head
Got me sleeping less, beating on the desk
Made my life a mess
But my mama told me be the best me
Failed every test except when n*ggas tried to test me (Facts, facts, facts)
And my father say that I should get my money right
But my dollars, well thats blunts to light
b*tches front but it's aigh'
I lost my love chasing lime light
Guess I had to get my mind right
So I left came back with a whole in my chest, all for the best (Best, best)

[Chorus]
THEY NOT sh*t, THEY NOT sh*t (No, they not)
TAKE 'EM TO THE DOCTOR
THEY NOT SICK, THEY NOT SICK (No, they not)
'FINNA GET THIS BETTY CROCKER
YALL NOT sh*t, YALL NOT sh*t (No, ya'll not)
I BE THAT TOP AUTHOR
[Verse 3]
n*gga, I be that top author
Killling myself to survive
Falling victim to them vices
What is a life lived with regrets?
Now it's on, Im coming for their necks
Killing myself to survive
Falling victim to them vices
What is a life lived with regrets?
Now it's on, Im coming for their-

[Chorus]
f*ckn*ggazmakemenauseous
They not sh*t, they not sh*t
Take 'em to the doctor (Doctor)
They not sick, they not sick (no, they not)
'Finna get this Betty Crocker
Ya'll not sh*t, ya'll not sh*t (no, ya'll not)
I be that top author
I said, I be that top author