Myself lyrics

[Verse]
Boy, just please don't get me started with these hoes
All the trends and all they care about is clones
They wanna put us in a box, oh yeah, for sho'
They wanna talk sh*t, well, let them talk a little more
And when they done, I wanna take these motherf*ckers' throats
I ain't f*cking happy with the sh*t that I control
I wanna tell you every motherf*cking thing I do
You can laugh about me, I'll just chill here with your hoe
Every song on Soundcloud, I just peep it and it's screaming
Y'all just like Syringe and y'all just really wanna be him
Y'all don't get the message, you don't even know the reason
But you can keep tweeting about him and suck his semen
Ghostie, Wolf & Eric getting big, it made me so proud
All the parents hear it, they're like "Son, that sh*t is too loud"
Half of my homies, they ain't even got a hoe now
But we still pulling b*tches off showing them our Soundcloud's
I don't know what all the f*ckers talking bout
Say that I can't make it but I'm gonna make it out
Just don't touch me, b*tch, I can make my own route
I'ma do every motherf*cking thing to take you out
Rest in peace to Zill, that be my bro
I remember when he told me I would grow
To be a f*cking rapper who could sell out every show
But I just wanted him to be the one see me blow
sh*t was really crazy this year
Homies having beef, I couldn't get my head clear
I don't know why I be f*cking living out of fear
Every time I think about this sh*t, I shed a tear
All the people thought that all this rap sh*t would be scenic
Hell nah, b*tch, that's why I roll with some demons
We got our own style, we don't copy when we see sh*t
I had to speak my mind, the only time I do a remix
Paint my nails black and y'all thought that it was funny
Now when people do it, y'all be thinking they get money
They don't got sh*t, at least not as much as I got
Get your damn verse while the motherf*cking stove's hot
[Outro]
I said get your damn verse while the motherf*cking stove's hot