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[Verse 1: Parshy]
Alright I got no regrets when I hang out with my bros
I’ve been trippin’ on, sippin’ on, fail-worthy slippin’
Everywhere I go
Check my net worth its like 20 dollars
I just wanna get a job at the local wall-mart
I read Stock reports and Research papers
When I have the time 'cuz I gotta stay sharp
I’m the worst in the game, most certainly
I’m making a mess like surgery
The only green I get is groceries
Yet I’ll always try hard consistently
The word I know best is „hopefully”
I don’t want to be him. I don’t want to be you
I just wanna be a thug rapper! Uh!
Just kidding I wanna be me…
Got a 20 dollar phone, and I don’t really want champagne
My friends and I won’t smoke weed, and even though it sounds lame….
[Hook: Parshy]
We still gonna have a good night
Good good night, good night
We still gonna have a good night
Good good night, good night
[Verse 2: Parshy]
Mayyynnnnnn!
I wish my middle names was Vick
My initials would be MVP
Oh you got racks on racks on racks?
Give some to charity
Or maybe show some love to your fans that love you
Instead of bragging in your songs
Which I doubt you even produced
And this ain’t even supposed to be a diss-track
I just want attention to the true fact
That most rappers nowadays, know that
That they’re crap is too wack
Listening to your moronic, hoarse flow is resemblin’ an asthma attack!
I don’t have any money or fame
But I make tracks opposing the cascading hate
What you’ll consider considering is I guess I don’t care
Whether or not you’re biracial, disabled, or gay
Certain people containing talent
Is not justification for way below average
Content that involves sex, crack, and money
That never reveals the artists’ passion
Smiling politely at all the women, and we’re having a nice exchange
Engaging in intellectual discussions, yeah we don’t care about getting laid
[Hook]
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