Lyrics: Miles Powers Evans
Music: Miles Powers Evans/D'Amante Deveaux
I see creepy mother****ers all around
Prey on weakness, aye, it’s leakin’ out
Hate to see this hate to read it all
The receipts, the deets that we done found
Your deceit is lookin’ real thin now
Runnin’ ‘round behind your friends like pindowns
Hundred-thousand shitbags just like you
Funny how this matters now it bite you
But not before that, homies real sus
But yall ignored that, homies I trust
I met on the internet, yet
Some are like Noa, guess after all that
Didn’t know shit, gettin’ my gist?
I’m thinkin’ yall sick, naw, beyond sick
Playin’ victim when you’re the predator
Talkin’ toxic dawg, just stop it
Sad thing is your fans believe you!
Blindly, aw, they think they need you!
Promise yall are not gods you’re people
Try treating people like how they treat you
Ego so big you don’t see women as people
Don’t see someone as equal
Your whole team full of them egos
Oh please, yall so full of feces, so
I done been around the bend
And down to La-La Land, it’s oftly bland
Can't stand the smog out
Benz you hoppin’ in I’m hoppin’ out now
**** your ends, and **** the friends you got now
You are your associates, so **** yall
I’m gone, I ain’t owed ya shit, oh what?
Yall need proof? Need more than this?
I need not, yall ride for your bros
And it’s so simple to see your sympathy
For the music career, the abuser
But not victims that been traumatized
It ain’t sit so well with me dog, you a loser
Better choose your side
And you do it by not pickin’
And you do it by stayin’ silent
Don’t sit on my fence, get out or get in then
I’m sick of yall talkin’ intent
And talkin’ gray area, and talkin’
Like yall are so woke and yall are so fair
When yall just ain’t care enough
Fair enough **** yall then
I’m makin’ a list it’s no top ten
I’m takin’ it serious, we won't talk then
Don't fake the truth, I got eyes man
This the day that yall lies end
Sad thing is your fans believe you!
Blindly, aw, they think they need you!
Promise yall are not gods you’re people
Try treating people like how they treat you
Ego so big you don’t see women as people
Don’t see someone as equal
Your whole team full of them egos
Oh please, yall so full of feces, so
Sad thing is your fans believe you!
Blindly, aw, they think they need you!
Promise yall are not gods you’re people
Try treating people like how they treat you
Ego so big you don’t see women as people
Don’t see someone as equal
Your whole team full of them egos
Oh please, yall so full of feces, so