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[Intro]
Over that dubstep shit (’Ell yea)
Yeah! You ever have that one person or persons in your life who like to run their mouth? (Uh huh!)
And they just keep talkin, and talkin, and talkin? (Blah blah blah blah blah blah)
They ain’t shit! Yeah, I hate them too
But you can play this song for them. Let’s go!
[Verse 1]
I don’t give a….
Fuck what you think, keep your mouth shut
Everybody seems to always have something to say, but I’m a
Put em in their mothafuckin’ place and I’m a tell ’em all to…
Okay I’m back and I’m carrying a vengeance, when I rap, see I murder every sentence
When I’m on a track like this, I rip it like a hit of crack, cause the spit’s addictive
Bitches, runnin at the lip, but your shit talkin won’t amount to nothin
I’m trying to make something out of this music, it’s McDonald’s bitch I love it
Fuck what you say cause I’m doing my thing, you can run at the lip, but I’m bringing the pain
Cause I’m sick & insane when I spit from my brain, and the name is A-Game and I’m aiming for fame
Stay in your lane cause you ain’t finna change, we ain’t the same, I don’t hang around lames
They think that I play, until I be telling you fakes to…. SHUT THE FUCK UP
FUCK YOU, I’m back on again, I’m coming equipped and I’m strapped with a pen
The moment I step in the lab to get up on a track, I’m a kill it from start to the end
I’m learning that snakes’ll pretend to be friends, they fuckin you over, not making amends
But I’m a keep it movin, never stoppin like I’m losin, cause I’m all up in this bitch and I ain’t never gonna quit!
[Bridge]
STFU
„Bruh, what makes you think you can make it with this music shit out of Bradenton, Florida, bruh? You ain’t We The Kings, you trippin!”
„Yeah bruh, you and that group Zoo Crew that you used to be in… y’all got a little bit of buzz here in Bradenton, Florida but that’s about it. You ain’t gon’ make it. You’re only gonna have a fanbase here in Bradenton, bruh.”
„AYE MAN, JUST IGNORE THEM HATIN ASS MOTHAFUCKAS YO, YOU DOPE AS FUCK MAN, I WANNA GET ON A TRACK WITH YOU FOREAL, BRUH, I KNOW ALL THEM MANAGERS, I CAN GET YOU SIGNED, I GOT A BIG ASS RECORD LABEL BRUH, I KNOW ALLLL THE MANAGERS I CAN GET YOU PLAYED AT EVERY CLUB IN TAMPA, MAN! YOU DOPE AS FUCK, BRUH, LET ME GET ON A TRACK WITH YOU DAWG, LET ME GET ON A TRACK BRUH, LET’S GO! COME ON NOW!”
„Aye man, for real man, send me this song I can put it on the radio, I know all the guys down at Wild 94.1! Yeah man, I know umm, what’s his name? That manager, who’s the manager? Umm, Todd? Umm, Chad? Wait. Chad? Timothy? AW, WHATEVER MAN, I KNOW EM THOUGH, FOR REAL BRUH, JUST SEND ME THE TRACK I GOT YOU MAN!”
[Verse 2]
You already know what it is
Yo, this isn’t me being an egotistal prick at all
It’s just, if you’re gonna bullshit me….
Coming right back with the quickness, bringing that sickness like it’s syphillus
Still talkin shit, but it is what it is, trick, kill yourself with a double set of slit wrists
Got a problem? I bet I’ll fix it, I’ll leave a little dipshit left with stitches
I’m pessimistic for a set of big lips, killin off a beat and anybody who’s a witness
(STFU) – nothing that you say is beneficial
(STFU) – just bang your head to this instrumental
Glove to it, rave to it, just turn it up, cause this rage music
I stay improving with the way I do it, I’m turnt up and I’m never losing
So fuck what you say, I’m so for real, I’m on my shit and you know the deal
You talkin shit like you hot as shit, but that’s only if you be holding steel
Or behind the safety of Facebook, best shut your mouth, or get your face shook
I’m dangerous if you think you tough, then step up or shut up and I’m done!
STFU
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