Garbage Pale Kids

Niggas don't rap no more, they just sell clothes So I should probably quit and start a line of bathrobes I'm cold like Missouri, ask Siri if I'm that nigga She'll probably answer back, "Don't ask me stupid shit, my nigga" I'm a stone cold degenerate, working out with no membership (yeah) A minute late, you'll wonder where the bitches went? (Where the bitches go?) My manuscript, I can't handle it Eat ya ass like I'm Canibus I show up on your screen like tele-evangelist And I have faith that I can clap those cheeks like Getting Brown to your yard, need me more than a milkshake And I say I'm out here I'm up though They wanna see me fall off, but they nuts bro I keep the custos at the front door Gotta line around the corner for this dope flow Uh, yeah Yeah, some of you niggas be talkin' that shit, you be spend all your life being motherfuckin' ratss Gettin' lined up ain't enough Getting slapped ain't a dub Getting shot and ain't do nothing back Shut the fuck up with them subs How you posting all day, but claim that you packing a MAC? These nigga ain't in my league, it ain't right in the head I'ma pull your daddy out his casket (Suck my dick, bitch ass nigga) I thought we chased yo' punk ass off the scene Caught that Raekwon, you should stick to the cream Servin' these niggas like I'm Paula Deen Blood raw, I don't cook what I eat Hookshot, bitch, I think I'm Kareem I don't believe what you say in them beats They gave you hands and cleats, why you still postin' memes? Why you ain't grab no beam? This nigga still on my feed, talkin' what he should've did Should've-could've-would've ass nigga, why the fuck you ain't it did it? The way that you talk somebody should be missing, my boy It ain't real, 'less you can't see that Uh-uh You can't be broke and over 30, getting your ass beat where you sleep at Come on, bro