Lyrics titles - Funeral , twikipedia

(Fed up, lil′ bitch, I'm fed up)
(They pockets got smaller, yeah, my pockets, they got fatter)
(Delta) (If I ever lived like that, I′d wish that I was dead, yuh)
(If I ever lived like you, I'd cut my fucking neck, yuh)
(Yuh, yuh, yuh)

Yeah, if it works then we could put it on a shirt (Put it on)
I'm not stopping ′til my enemies is dirt
But I think we could make it work, he got way too much to learn
That′s the point of no return, I'ma watch it burn

O-Okay, aro, I know I′ma get it anyway, 'cause I got titles
And that′s something they can't take away, I learned the hard way
If you do it once, that means you′re paid, and I know it
'Cause I'm just tryna get it through the day right now

Check it out, they don′t like that, that′s so foul
Set my foot up in the ceiling, now I'm walking upside-down
B-B-B-Bitch, I got no patience, if I want it, want it now
Got my flow, and they won′t give it back
They stole from lost and found
I think that he (Fell off), I think that he fell off
I'm not even gonna lie, think without you we were better
I been running to the money like a fucking Rockefeller
And I know it hurts to hear this, if you do it, we do better

I see shit, running to the buildings
I hear it, you just wanna be like me
I-I-I noticed, you be on that ho shit
They refused to tell what type of guns that boy was toting
I know my haters hear my voice, I know they love my songs the most
Whenever I′m in a song, they say they like my verse the most
Too much social media, feel like Danny Phantom, going ghost
How the fuck you hate me, if I see you hang around my clones?

Fed up, lil' bitch, I′m fed up
They pockets got smaller, yeah, my pockets, they got fatter
If I ever lived like that, I'd wish that I was dead, yuh
If I ever lived like you, I'd cut my fucking neck, yuh
(Yuh, yuh, yuh-yuh)
Silence, all I want is silence, baby (Ugh!)
Eyelids, bullet through his eyelids, baby
Oh, why he said he made me? Not even a maybe
I think it′s okay to say that you can never play me

Conheci um fã que tipo "fala, fala, fala"
Um dia ele me odeia, outro dia ele me ama
Quarta-feira foi no Twitter procurando lá um drama
E no dia seguinte procurou meu verso e dança
E eu até entendo achar que eu sou um babaca
E todo artista bom sempre faz mais de uma cagada
Tipo, twikipedia isso é sindrome de vira-lata
Eu odeio ele tanto, mas não escapo sua cara

O-Okay, aro, I know I′ma get it anyway, 'cause I got titles
And that′s something they can't take away, I learned the hard way
If you do it once, that means you′re paid, and I know it
'Cause I′m just tryna get it through the day right now
Aro, I know I'ma get it anyway, 'cause I got titles
And that′s something they can′t take away, I learned the hard way
If you do it once, that means you're paid, and I know it
′Cause I'm just tryna get it through the day right now