[Intro]
Another one!
Cudi! Ain't no fucking game man (Midwest action)
Cudi! Ain't no fucking game man
Cudi! Ain't no fucking game man (Midwest action)
Cudi! Ain't no fucking game man

[Verse 1]
Never
Fold for nah n***a
Understand me, raps is intact
Like a perfect blunt rap, I take that
And getcha contact on my lyrical poetry
I rip shit down
[?] when I run around
Tryin' hold me back from greatness
I shake them quicker than puppets can do any man
Fuck them, I just stick with my mission, control
N***as is clowns
N***as wanna hold me up
Like security in an airport
Should I board now
Y’all got me wrong
Cause I'm dripping like the H1 documentaries, man
Who can fuck with me now?
Cudi ain't a fucking gimmick
[?] and vivid, baby don’t hold back
I live it, I breath it, won’t fade out
I spit fireball straight from my mouth
Bitches love my style
[Chorus]
N***as wanna talk shit, bitches wanna hold you back
You gotta pushing n***as
Pushing n***as off you
Pushing n***as
Pushing n***as off you
N***as wanna talk shit, bitches wanna hold you back
You gotta pushing n***as
Pushing n***as off you
Pushing n***as
Pushing n***as off you

[Verse 2]
Homie
You ain't even gotta know me
Kill the raps and tracks
Get them buried in a hurry
Drink out beats, with the heat, just like a Honda
Keep rap hard, and my guards up
So doggy, what’s good?
Keep flowing just like a waterfall, faucet
Breaking n***as down like a brick
I toss it, jerks tellin’ fairytales
What would they dwell, say oh well
Most n***as are lame
I don’t even have time [?]
Like bananas that pick up they brain
I show you the big pick up in the frame
I’m bringing the flame, I’m bringing the heat
Lame n***as duck down
Cudi apocalypse now
I get around like 2Pac [?]
N***as tongue-tied like nights, I take flight
[?]
These flows’ll melt ya
[Chorus]
N***as wanna talk shit, bitches wanna hold you back
You gotta pushing n***as
Pushing n***as off you
Pushing n***as
Pushing n***as off you
N***as wanna talk shit, bitches wanna hold you back
You gotta pushing n***as
Pushing n***as off you
Pushing n***as
Pushing n***as off you

[Verse 3]
Simp
Get the guards attack
Kick n***as in the grill like [?]
Get ready for ace like a fine wine is made
Metaphorically speaking the flow
N***as is slow
And I know
[?], run it back
But fuck that, take it to the hill off
[?] a n***a was built
MVP’s and [?] possibly, yeah
I be the one
Got the glow like Leroy Green
Directing your feet, son
Cudi hot shit, son
People be dumb as rocks cause Cudi was born a rock
And all they say is “Cudi rap, bitches and panties gon' drop”
No...
N***a understand my mind
A n***a will see, homie understand my grind
[?] and just to see the cash money
Life attempts to estop Mesc
My n***as know me, know me
Scott n***a!
[Chorus]
N***as wanna talk shit, bitches wanna hold you back
You gotta pushing n***as
Pushing n***as off you
Pushing n***as
Pushing n***as off you
N***as wanna talk shit, bitches wanna hold you back
You gotta pushing n***as
Pushing n***as off you
Pushing n***as
Pushing n***as off you

[Outro]