College Dropout

This song has a pretty long intro Just be patient Tatted all on my chest, lavender in my scents Always throw in some lemongrass, got faux fur on my bed Got a 50-inch on the wall, got a studio down the hall Got a love sofa in the corner 'case you want to fuck around and get weird Got window seats with the sheers, got a living room with the views And I dropped cable, turned to cord cutting Got some fiber speed in this bitch Like 26 with no kids, like 26 with no bitch My ma, step-dad, and Marcus Ryan all got keys to my crib And I haven't worn a shirt in like days, JR Smith, swish I don't fuck with no J's I don't fuck with no jeans I don't fuck with no games I don't fuck with no streams I don't follow no trends And I don't understand the hype behind Fortnite, put two weeks into this I don't care about y'all, I don't care about y'all Look, it's fuck your mom And, it's fuck your dad And, it's fuck your kids And, it's fuck your job And, it's fuck your bitch And, it's fuck your guy I just want to make it clear to all of y'all that your feelings can suck my dick I've been in chill mode, chill mode I ain't been talking to no one, I been in my chill mode All of my peers have been talking 'bout things, like they real though When none of 'em even got lives, and that's on the real though Shut off your phone, shut off your phone Get off the couch, get out the house You ain't got shit to say, you ain't got shit to say You ain't got shit to say, why you always gotta say shit? A lot of debt for a dropout (a whole lot) A bad rep with the cops, 'cause I don't follow laws Dropped a song a week last year, a few months and then I quit (I quit) I was waking up at five, for some dude to watch me piss 'Cause I got caught up with drugs, I ain't bragging, that shit sucked I'm just saying, I still dropped, even with my full time job So when I login into Twitter, and everybody wanna bitch I can't help but think like, "Dog, y'all can hashtag suck my dick" (And I) I ain't been one for the phases, just try things on occasion Little bit of drink, with the weed Little molly, never xans, taking bumps off of credit cards Where every single girl is a matador That work them nights, Diablo That push more weight than Pablo That 'cause I spit, they swallow Bad times, good times Ain't no point in keeping track nowadays, ain't we Really good at finding ways to make it Really good at making blanket statements Really bad at picking up the calls Really good at never calling back Really good at knocking on the door Always end up walking through it last Told myself this shit is gonna pass And no one here deserve a fucking pass Talking to yourselves became a trend And I still always end up getting tagged I don't give a fuck about this rap, every song I listen to is trash Tired of all these 'work with' tweets about Features I don't give a fuck about I been on the mother-fucking cusp, y'all on everybody else's nuts Y'all be so concerned about some buzz You come across as insecure as Russ Wrote, you rapped, you sang, you made the beat That's probably why your shit all sound the same Used to listen when you used to speak But now it's like, "the fuck he got to say?" Me I shouldn't even get involved, all you bitches do is have debates Y'all be so impressive with your words When you ain't looking someone in the face Wonder what it's like to have the time And let that shit all go to fucking waste Always doing things you shouldn't try And never doing anything you say Reminder I'm alive I know I've been gone Gone for a while Trust I'm alive I'm still alive, I'm still alive College dropout, college dropout Just a college dropout, college dropout I'm still alive, bitch I'm still alive Bitch I'm still alive, I'm so alive, I'm still alive I know your impatient, please be patient That's all I'm sayin', that's all I'm sayin' Bitch I'm still alive Trust me when I'm gone I'm never really gone, no, no, no, no Bitch I'm still alive ooh-ooh-ooh I'm stayin' ooh-ooh, oh-oh, ooh-ooh Bitch I'm so alive I don't wanna ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh