The Shit
//Verse 1//
You don't got no clue of what's the pain and you fuck with the fame
You don't know what to do with that name and you suck at this game
You cannot get through, what a shame but you're the only one to blame
'Cause you can be a bad motherfucker, it won't make you a man
Yeah, slay some mad motherfuckers won't make you a man
Don't stay home, hit the road
The shit is cool, the sheet is good
Hate hittin' hard like Green in LeBron's nuts
Ya keep on pretend you give zero fucks
But you do (yeah), oh yeah, you do (got caught up)
Yeah, you fuckin' do
//Chorus//
Sinners always crave this kinda shit
The shit's their hope at their darkest hours
They weak but they won't admit
They're too proud, they wanna do it on their terms
But the shit got no pity for the lost souls
Yeah, the shit got a fuckin' damn control
//Verse 2//
To pretend there's no problem, you need to be bad liar
You like to play-pretend to pretend that there ain't no bad news
Light up the fire inside their hearts, burnin' empire
The men up in the news tryna guess who's gonna lose
//Verse 3//
Everybody wanna slay like Curry but he ain't from Indian
What an asshole-type sentence
Everybody sayin' you got no hype if you ain't American
Everybody were doing well during your absence
Everybody wanna see you fight before the very waited end
With your plastic swords, if that's what they call a resistance
//Chorus//
Sinners always crave this kinda shit
The shit's their hope at their darkest hours
They weak but they won't admit
They're too proud, they wanna do it on their terms
But the shit got no pity for the lost souls
Yeah, the shit got a fuckin' damn control
//Outro//
"Hey, do you know that girl?
You know that bitch that keep on using Photoshop for Instagram
I'm so fuckin' tired of that, don't you"
You don't got no clue of what's the pain and you fuck with the fame
You don't know what to do with that name and you suck at this game
You cannot get through, what a shame but you're the only one to blame
'Cause you can be a bad motherfucker, it won't make you a man
Yeah, slay some mad motherfuckers won't make you a man
Don't stay home, hit the road
The shit is cool, the sheet is good
Hate hittin' hard like Green in LeBron's nuts
Ya keep on pretend you give zero fucks
But you do (yeah), oh yeah, you do (got caught up)
Yeah, you fuckin' do
//Chorus//
Sinners always crave this kinda shit
The shit's their hope at their darkest hours
They weak but they won't admit
They're too proud, they wanna do it on their terms
But the shit got no pity for the lost souls
Yeah, the shit got a fuckin' damn control
//Verse 2//
To pretend there's no problem, you need to be bad liar
You like to play-pretend to pretend that there ain't no bad news
Light up the fire inside their hearts, burnin' empire
The men up in the news tryna guess who's gonna lose
//Verse 3//
Everybody wanna slay like Curry but he ain't from Indian
What an asshole-type sentence
Everybody sayin' you got no hype if you ain't American
Everybody were doing well during your absence
Everybody wanna see you fight before the very waited end
With your plastic swords, if that's what they call a resistance
//Chorus//
Sinners always crave this kinda shit
The shit's their hope at their darkest hours
They weak but they won't admit
They're too proud, they wanna do it on their terms
But the shit got no pity for the lost souls
Yeah, the shit got a fuckin' damn control
//Outro//
"Hey, do you know that girl?
You know that bitch that keep on using Photoshop for Instagram
I'm so fuckin' tired of that, don't you"