SINCERELY, XEN lyrics

[Intro]
Tired of these (...) while I rise up
(...) from the H but I don't clutch on the styrofoam
I'm wired up, b*tch I'm fired up, send em... ay
Ay, ay, ay hol' up, ay wassup
Ay, ay, hol' up, wassup, ay, ay

[Verse]
n*ggas throw us out, knowing motherf*cking well I inspired em
I'm tired of them n*ggas talking down while I rise up
Yeah I'm from the H, but I don't clutch on the styrofoam
I'm wired up, b*tch I'm fired up, send them firetrucks
Xen, I dropkick a n*gga off a hoverboard
Go to court, get the case dismissed, shoutout my lawyer, boy
I hold the toy, had to sell it down while I wrote this for your friend
Hypebeast, SoundCloud faggot, f*cking internet wave-riding
Cowabunga surfer boy
Septum piercing, skinny jeans saggin', motherf*cking punk
Clone-ass, Karo four-pouring, Instagram posting, follow-ratio-obsession-ass motherf*cking n*ggas
Say, man you got me p*ssed
Every time I be online I see the same f*cking sh*t
b*tch, quit asking me to f*cking feature on some sh*t
Cause you know I'm feeling heat, you just want up in the mix
f*ck is this? f*ck you think I am? f*ck you thought this was, boy?
Love, I got none, cause no love was shown to me
Dumb b*tch, run when you see me in your club
Getting buck with enough energy to flip a hundred f*cking trucks
[Outro]
b*tch, you feel me
b*tch I know you feel me
b*tch I know you feel me