You're a cunt, rockin supreme wit a fanny pack
You're a cunt, privileged kanye wit a family stack
You're a cunt, dropping acid, lavish you a enemy.
You're a cunt, off a daddy, hyper-masculinity
Rockin the pleather cuz timing endeavor, I surpassed my heaven so gaze in my retina
Claim we the issue but poverty gave you spoon, low class just f*ckin you like its a enema
Catching the breathing when passing a country I'm little to nothing cept drama and poetry
Making a difference just never seemed possible maybe colossal with tainted artillery
How could you tell me this country is right?
Pushed in the ground wit a stack and light.
Told that my dream has been caught in my hand.
Look at my hand, I offered the man.
You think it's a story so perfect and true.
When people tell me that my country is through.
Look out my window I'm peeping the hate.
Looking at heaven with constant debate.
You're a cunt, rockin supreme wit a fanny pack
You're a cunt, privileged kanye wit a family stack
You're a cunt, dropping acid, lavish you a enemy.
You're a cunt, off a daddy, hyper-masculinity
Now I'm a target just speaking my mind but the people still hate me and tell me I'm fine.
People in life would just die at the cross and most of my family just died at the dusk.
Father got cancer, he's deep in the water stuck selling his shit to just keep up wit debt.
Workin my 9 to 5 hearing these zombies just speak about issues that outweigh a spec.
You don't f*cking matter.
Timing is right
Timing is right
Timing is right when you floss all the goals.
Timing is right
Timing is right
Timing is right when you floss all the gold.
Timing is right
Timing is right
Timing is right when you floss all the goals.
Timing is right
Timing is right
Timing is right when you floss all the-