Lyrics Shit Nuggets - YCK

Why they all bad when they rap I don't cap
Peaking at twenty plays and that's making you mad
There ain't no room in the mainstream left for you
And your song's so bad it's entertaining me too

Bitch sing in the key please sing in the mic
They'll be charging a fee for the studio time
That's a way of thinking operating you don't get it
Moment you had signed the deal you got even more indebted

Like damn now how does that medicine taste
When I'm flowing I can feel the words embedded, ingrained
Dodging a Chaplin my reticent way
And I don't give a shit what Genesis say

Don't try to tell me who is immoral
Let me ask all the ones who've been killing that coral
At the bottom of the sea it ain't a problem to me
Think we're better off dead that we all can agree

All you motherfuckers eating shit nuggets
Taking a style think you did something
I made it work bitch I been done it
No I ain't gonna quit I won't kick buckets

All the copycats made that song
Top of the charts damn that's wrong
Who gives a shit what they want
With the fake chains and the cash they flaunt

Why they all glad boutta be another servant
To the ones at the top they ain't even been working
There ain't no space in the mainstream you would take
All these shackles and chains you would try but can't break

Auto tuned vocals impressing the moguls
I will not collab with a rapper that's local
Rapping on the beat I feel it's MIA
80 on the 41 yeah that's death's highway

Hold up lemme make it heard that you won't get nowhere
Making ordinary shit and you can say "no fair"
Making money sleeping from the different time zones
Playing YC and K in a million zip codes

Don't even say who be on the come up
They're a no one I know none of these dumb fucks
Don't care now and know I won't care then
When their fifteen minute fame's up called it again

All you motherfuckers eating shit nuggets
Taking a style think you did something
I made it work bitch I been done it
No I ain't gonna quit I won't kick buckets

All the copycats made that song
Top of the charts damn that's wrong
Who gives a shit what they want
With the fake chains and the cash they flaunt