[Intro] You wouldn't do that Tyler, kill yourself or anyone You don't even have the balls to begin with What you need is me, someone to talk to Uh, it's been a while since our last session So, tell me what's been going on
[Verse 1] I'm not a fucking role model I'm a 19 year old fucking emotional coaster with pipe dreams Since Kanye tweeted telling people he's bumping all of my shit These mothafuckas think I'm supposed to live up to something? Shit I'm still jacking off and proceeding my life careless But getting more pussy cause I tell bitches I'm Wood Harris LA to Paris, I'm getting these weird stares At skateparks and airports all in the air, it's weird Yonkers dropped and left them craniums mindfucked Now competition missing like that nigga my mom fucked He still hasn't called me yet But thats a whole fucking different argument, shit I got over it And the couple bucks in my pocket, so now I could go buy A couple hot pockets and grandmom could stop cooking Them nasty ass collard greens, pressures on me like this top hat Bastard intro, how the fuck I'm gonna top that?
[Verse 2] Made a couple thou and I just don't know what to buy yet Supreme shit is free and I don't drink so fuck a wine set Nigga fuck a mindset, my brain is an obscenity I'm fucked in the head, I lost my mind with my virginity Oh that's a triple three six, isn't he a devil worshiper Cause I'm too fucking ignorant to do some research I'm the star of the group So no one else gets the respect that they deserve cause of you What you think I record it for? To have a bunch a critics to call my shit a bunch of horrorcore? Like I didn't make Parade or Inglorious Cause I'm too scared to tell my friends the way I really fucking feel Of course they only listen to lyrics about me pissin' off In the tombs of Lara Croft, I'm getting pissed off Message boards are on my dick, I need a pissing waiver Let me bust one in they mouth, I know they feel the flavor
[Verse 3] People excited thinking shit is so tight And co-signs from rappers that I don't even like What the fuck you want me to do? Start to gobble this mic And start jacking him off until his cack blasting off? Fuck that, these niggas ain't fucking with me Cause I don't listen to the immortal of tech of the nique And all this underground bullshit that's never gon' peak On the Billboard Top 20 and Jam of the Week I'd rather listen to Badu and Pusha the T And some Waka Flocka Flame instead that real hip hop That's bull of the sheet but they want to critique Everything that we, Wolf Gang, has ever released But they don't get it, cause it's not made for them The nigga that's in the mirror rapping, it's made for him But they do not have the mindset, that same as him I'm not weird, you're just a faggot, shame on him
[Verse 4] Therapist been sinnin and niggas getting offended They don't want to fuck with me, cause I do not fuck with religion You see that's my decision, you fuckers don't have to listen Here, put this middle finger in your ear Someone gets blamed cause some white kid had aimed his AK-47 at 47 kids I don't wanna see my name mentioned
[Verse 5] College wasn't working and I wasn't working So I was at home jerking off until my dick was hurting But I was determined to be great, so those classes can wait For the four days that I went, I wasn't learning shit Now I'm living dreams that I wanted since 8 I can afford to get something my mother on her birthday
[Verse 6] They claim the shit I say is just wrong Like nobody has those really dark thoughts when alone I'm just a teenager, who admits he's suicide prone My life is doing pretty good, so that date is postponed for now Wow, li