ble$$ed free$tyle lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (They see my tats and they think that I'm a bum)
Ha, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Ha, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (They see my tats and they think that I'm a bum)
Ha, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

[Chorus]
They see my tats and they think that I'm a bum
I'ma blow a rack just to show 'em some, yeah
Where I'm at, don't reflect where I'm from
I'm blessed that I got it so young, yeah
My passion is the size of the sun
When I got no one it's the music that I run to
f*ck my life up when I need new material
Son of a b*tch, what the f*ck am I gonna do?
I spend all my bread on drugs and designer
Iced out belt, tryna shine a little brighter
I think I'ma call her, I'ma do a line first
Got her namе tatted 'cause she my favoritе liar
Nobody's gonna wait for you
No matter how much they say they do
I'm sittin' all alone at a table for two
Make sure I tip the waiter when the payment's due

[Verse]
Did you notice that my pants are Givenchy?
Need a star with my name on the concrete
Everyone here say that they love me
But nobody here really even wants me
I be camera-pro at f*cking up a situation
f*cking up a check, just for f*cking validation
Just to show 'em all that I could
I have a lot of conversations, not all of 'em good
We could go to third base, but don't know if we should
We don't even like each other, we ain't even in love
I'ma speak my mind even when I'm f*cked up
We just wastin' time, we just making sh*t up
[Bridge]
Yeah, oh, oh, oh oh, oh
Ha, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Ha, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Ha, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Nobody's gonna wait for you
Nobody's gonna wait, wait, wait, wait, ah
God, you're such a know it all
I just made ten racks I'm 'bout to blow it all
(No, I don't wanna go at all)
(All you copycats wanna follow protocol)
(I don't wanna go at all, I don't wanna go at all)

[Chorus]
They see my tats and they think that I'm a bum
I'ma blow a rack just to show 'em some, yeah
Where I'm at, don't reflect where I'm from
I'm blessed that I got it so young, yeah
My passion is the size of the sun
When I got no one it's the music that I run to
f*ck my life up when I need new material
Son of a b*tch, what the f*ck am I gonna do?
I spend all my bread on drugs and designer
Iced out belt, tryna shine a little brighter
I think I'ma call her, I'ma do a line first
Got her name tatted 'cause she my favorite liar
Nobody's gonna wait for you
No matter how much they say they do
I'm sittin' all alone at a table for two
Make sure I tip the waiter when the payment's due