Lyrics Be Independent - Air Robbie

I don't even care
This starts with a J. Cole lyric
I'm saying now
So y'all don't get in your fucking twitter fingers
And comment about how bad it is and shit
Let's get it

MF Doom MM... Food
Uh check please
Take the tip if you grip my testes
Got the pistol Pissed in the past lead
Y'all be to passé to ever impress me
Pass me the mic the bitches attack me
Y'all be to passive to ever impasse me
If I said it I meant it
I'm always goin' defend it
Don't need a co defendant
Never been dependent
I bee's in the present
Be Independent
I do not see what they be in the senate
Chief on the pack but I leave with a vengeance
Blood on the Leaves then the tree is the menace
Leaves in the season and season the lettuce
Always with the green mama teach me a lesson
Feeling in the bars piece of me when I pen it
Gaining degrees like the temp where I set it

I was out there pushing that weight
But then conscious started to weigh
I don't give a fuck what you say
Way to busy off the dussé, Huh
I was out there pushing that weight
But then conscious started to weigh
I don't give a fuck what you say
Way to busy off the dussé, Huh

Already know this a short ass verse
If you try that's a quick ass hearse
Finna Pop
Instant Bop
Go back lurk
Feel like Maxo we were pushing that work
Uh

One day RoBBiE goin' Billboard
Y'all goin' be remembered like Fillmore
Only mill you would feel for
Fucker