Songtexte Bullies - ThaMonster

I was picked on when I was younger
Now, the bullies tryna make a little feature (ha)
She tryna hit me back like she loves me (huh?)
Step back, I ain't even want you either (bitch)
I'm prolly gon' leave before 30 (before 30)
This dunya gettin' real evil
And my ex on my page, she creeping (hah)
***'s daughter, still tryna meet

I can't even fake being rich
What you think that I'm doing this for?
What would you do if you ain't have a dime
And the score 2 and 0 on the board?
What y'all did I done did ten times (ten times)
And I did that when I was fourteen (hell nah)
You should be ashamed of yourself
You don't do it for you, you just do it for memes

Huh, it is what it is
I'm alright, let me handle my biz
I'm the one that be paying my bills
I switched out the gun, the pen is my steel
God knows what I'm doing when outside the city
I'm just trying not to get killed
BM parked, I'mma switch out the wheels
You ain't like me, we not friends, don't get me to spill (huh?)
Momma said I'll be okay, I gotta keep my face up
Told her "won't be here today", she told me "it's okay, love"
Not gon' lie, the past year been feeling like a laced blunt
I, got my future laid out just like a lace front
I got my cards laid out, you'll have to face one
I can't ever fade out
When we got the same kit but we don't got the same bounce
I heard people talk but ain't no way that they gon' say it out— (say it out loud)

I can't even fake being rich
What you think that I'm doing this for?
What would you do if you ain't have a dime
And the score 2 and 0 on the board?
What y'all did I done did ten times (ten times)
And I did that when I was fourteen (hell nah)
You should be ashamed of yourself
You don't do it for you, you just do it for memes (huh)

I was picked on when I was younger (I was young)
Now, the bullies tryna make a little feature
She tryna hit me back like she loves me (you don't know me)
Step back, I ain't even want you either
I'm prolly gon' leave before 30
This dunya gettin' real evil
And my ex on my page, she creeping (lil' creep bitch)
***'s daughter, still tryna meet

(Alright, let's go)
I know it'll haunt me for days
Watch how a person might taunt me, insane
You think I care what a soul's gonna say?
When I was 13 I bought me a cane
I hate the way that they talk, it's just fake
They talk but they go Stephen Hawking today
(On my momma, you can't handle it)
Calling for days and stalking my page
Let me come through, n—, pardon my age
Lemme come through, I got problems to solve
I'mma be swiping that card in your face
I'mma get sued for the samples I'm using
But I love them so just pardon my taste
I just ate something, girl, pardon my taste
I strengthen my circle, I harden my base
The hardest new artist, stop calling my name
I'm modest, the music's been numbing my pain, yeah
Who you hanging with?
I hang with c—, but I don't touch none, I can handle myself
You wanna talk to my shorty or testing my brothers
It's kinda like killing yourself
He was a sinner, he never was gonna repent
I just gave him a shortcut to hell
With all of the product that's coming, my bro never going bankrupt
Ain't no shortages of bales, yeah
I really feel sick of these fake artists
And I'm sick at the fact that they fake honest
You tell me I never did what I say
Was you with me when I first started?
Give me a candle, turn the lights off
Staining the game, no way it wipes off
Can't be clear with these people 'cause my sight's off
They ain't got talent but they might talk

I gave you opportunities to pass me
I push your buttons like some acne
Hate all those sellouts, I sold on the backstreets
Passing CDs, they never came at me
Try do it for yourself
See it for yourself, cause musically you cannot pass me
Try to do it for your health, never for the wealth
This money got you acting sassy
Feel sickened (oh, yeah)
I'm sick at the fact that they fake honest
You tell me that I never did what I say
Was you with me when I first started?
Give me a candle, turn the lights off
Staining the game, no way it wipes off
Can't be clear with these people 'cause my sight's off
They ain't got talent but they might—

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