[Verse]
Sick of letting the comments ruin me
Searching for the love, if i'm better than honest, you can see
He's screwed if he just skews opportunities by the scrutiny
It's looney how these views came to tune the thoughts of a true emcee
I wrote that part up waking up for Fajr in my Smart Fridge
I wonder how that fuckin' simpleton had wrote this comment
I almost let this kid ruin my day before it started
Now it's 4 A.M. and i'm feeling like fucking garbage
At least i can see up inside of that fridge beforе i open it
I ask her for the wеather she told me i'm cold as it gets
See, i could flex but i feel like that's inappopriate
I make this music for my past self that was a hopeless kid
I shouldn't care what they call me; Soviet
I could tell them to jig up, but this not Hovi, bitch
And all that boo-boo shit, i can not longer bare it
I'm not talkin' that animal you can find Yogi with
And this is my farewell to social media
I'll still post but the comments i ain't readin', bruh
'Cause i ain't do nothing for you to have something against me
And keepin' up my mental heath has become tedious
"Be a fast rapper", "Oh, he only fast raps"
This fucking loser literally called me a boombap trap
So now i only read notifications from my CashApp
Kiss this dark donkey i own, that's my black ass
I just wanna rap until my album drop
And i ain't playing games but Samad Savage on co-op
[Outro]
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