HeadAss lyrics

[Produced by Kaytranada]

[Intro]
Old-ass n*gga...
Plastic on the couch's headass

[Verse]
I don't really care about giving this n*gga shine
Ain't no light that he could use, it don't make me no nevermind
Ain't nobody 'bout to hear that sh*t and think to click rewind
What is rapping these days? This sh*t need to be defined
I mean, lets start with the quality of your videos
Guess who's who, this Oovoo versus Vimeo
Blue's Clues with the verses, I got all these kids' attention
Not to mention all these n*ggas in your mentions 'cause they f*ck with me
And this is only one percent, yeah
My n*gga, that's luckily for you
Craig Mack sh*t, it could get really ugly for you
In reality, this ain't even really nothing new, dawg
You even got into it with Lu, dawg
Vic Mensa, Joey Purp, too, dawg
It's like it's what you do, dawg, like you reading off cue cards or somethin'
That's just an observation
Rough around the edges like you playin' Operation
Struggle bars, but don't let me break your concentration, know you need it
Know you heated 'cause the city cold to you
And you probably feel like summer, that money saved is old to you
'Cause n*ggas that your dumbass thought was little bros to you
Gave some cold to you and the b*tch in you showed through you
And I bet this publicity gold to you
Or tell the people how you just dropped a sh*tty album
I could've posted the link to that sh*t as the cover to this song
And probably could still predict the outcome
How come if no fans then there's no projection?
A double entendre, Mick Jenk for re-election
You PMSing, all the hatred need some redirection
Still surface level, water supposed to teach you deeper lessons
I guess you just another n*gga missin' it
And everyone that cosigned you, now that I mention it
Yeah, see, you was driving way, way too fast
They gassed you all the way up, now you just wasting gas
I mean, I could've retweeted the comments under every post
At this points responding to you's just doing the most
At this point I could just let it be done
But these days, I ain't been that good with holding my tongue, dawg
You can't f*ck with me yet, dawg
You insane, I'm Usain, can't keep up with me at all
It's like you bolted to the floor with this sh*t
I'm on the 47th floor with this sh*t
Opening doors with this sh*t
On tour, n*gga, turnin' down whores with this sh*t
You talkin' crazy, I implore you to quit
34 years, you still ain't figured it out yet
I'm way more plugged into your creative outlet
Ten years my senior, but I couldn't tell by your demeanor
At your court, serving love like a young Serena
Your take on this situation's astonishing
No one cares about irrelevant accomplishments
It doesn't even matter if you respond to this
It's been apparent that a long time ago, you lost consciousness
I'm tryna wake 'em up y'all, it's Inception
He's in limbo, I think this n*gga stuck, y'all
I mean who really gives a f*ck, dawg?
[Refrain]
Don't really care about giving this n*gga shine
It ain't no light that he could use
It don't make me no nevermind

[Sample]
Wake up
Wake up, wake up
Wake up
WAKE UP
WAKE UP
WAKE UP
WAKE UP
WAKE UP