Daylight (Killstation’s Official Trap Remix) lyrics

b*tches, hoes, weed, money
You want that sh*t, you ain't getting sh*t from me
This industry that caters to a
Demographic fake and stupid
Open up a motherf*cking book for once
Thirteen, thinking you're a f*cking crook with guns
No threat or bullet great as me
It's easy as your A B C's
A, don't care, B, don't make me
See anybody say, "D's so fake, he
Needs that E to feel so sweet."
F you, b*tch, smoke real OG
What the H-E-double hockey sticks
Was I thinking I could prove by dropping this
Maybe one day I'll be great as Jay, okay
Big L, Eminem, my future's grey
Opaque as me, don't take no Peter
Piper bullsh*t, raise your feet
These other motherf*ckers are back and forth as a Q & A
Do it great, do or die, do it phase you and I?
Artist, live rap, home is where the heart is
Esoteric sh*t you can get if you aren't retarded
Especially, designed to the T
You could look up in the sky and see it flying in a V
But I ain't mean to puzzle you, thinking too much is trouble, you
Writing this type of sh*t and you'll get the L not the W
Want that next sh*t, raw, triple-X sh*t
Catch Z's, put you to sleep but stay in your head, b*tch
Like Beethoven, there ain't no other
Omelette du fromage, you simple motherf*ckers