I hate this song

Hey listen to what I say

I make this shit up everyday

And I don't do shit but sit in my bed

And spit these raps up inside of my head



I said hey listen to what I say

I make this shit up everyday

And I don't do shit but sit in my bed

And spit these raps up inside of my head



I said hey listen to what I say I make this shit up everyday

And I don't do shit but sit in my bed

And spit these raps up inside of my head



I said people think it's cool to be a rapper yo

But looking back

I shoulda been a pastor or an actor

I shoulda been something with my vernacular

Was biting people's attention like Dracula

Sitting like a spatula

Carrying bags around (?) in the back of a brand new wagon

You bithces on the curb and I'm a macadam

See with the metaphors, there ain't nobody better than me

But even if I was paraplegic I'd be better than them (no offence)





But when you rap about nothing this shit is easy

I see why the competitions are always popping on my T.V

Ya ya

It's greatness when you sit down and the move without no lyrics and come up with some dumb shit and people wanna' hear it

It's like let me flip it put the tempo up a bit and then rap about drinking liquor with some bitches on my dick and

Turn down for what

Turn down for what

Turn down for what (?)





Hey listen to what I say I make this shit up everyday

And I don't do shit but sit in my bed

And spit these raps up inside of my head



I said hey listen to what I say

I make this shit up everyday

And I don't do shit but sit in my bed

And spit these raps up inside of my head



I said hey now shake your butt

And drink that liquor don't spill your cup

I said take that body till the sun is up

And if you don't like me then suck my nuts



I said fuck you kiss my ass

I rap about nothing with a water gas

I said fuck the booty girl hit the ground

I degrade these women and they don't turn down



I said ah yeah this shit is kinda easy boy

I might fuck around a make it to the T.V boy

I might hit the top board it like next week yo

Hit the radio and give em all a big speech



Like oh my god I can't believe it

I wrote this in my bed and I was thinking I could see this

On big screens all across the nation (everywhere)

I'm so fancy I'm so faking

God damn it you ruined it for the rest of us

Real rapper struggling everybody heckle us

Clear channel rule and shit everybody cool with it

Nobody care long as they can get a groove with it

This shit is wack man something gonna happen

J.Cole and then Kendrick ya'll just keep blasting

'Casue real rappers coming back

I saw it in my dreams and Iggy would no longer be Hip-hop's queen



Hey listen to what I say

I make this shit up everyday

And I don't do shit but sit in my bed

And spit these raps up inside of my head



I said hey listen to what I say

I make this shit up everyday

And I don't do shit but sit in my bed

And spit these raps up inside of my head



Shake that ass let me see what you got

Shake that ass let me see what you got