Текст песни No More Room - Ollie Joseph

I've been doing me, asexual
I ain't really worried 'bout the next dude
Too many people been dick sizing me
And tryna peek all up in my restroom
And this collar's tight, I need neck room
All my life up at a desk doing
The same shit, ain't on my list
Peep this, 'cause the yougen's about to flex soon
I've been showing up like I'm here to rap
While I'm budget balling off the clearance rack
Tall dickin' bitches, park it where they shit and
I've been barely fitting in the clearance gap
I just really went and overcompensated
But I got the juice, and now I'm concentrated
On OJ, in his own lane
Making moves, like he's owner operated
Fucking up a track, it's like a shitty sew in
I stay up in my city showing
That I pity flow when its clearly noticed that
Ya'll barely spent a minute on it
Spitting writtens different than the average Joe
Yet I can only fuck average hoes
But I'm cool with that, cause those new to rap
Even fuck with me, like we go back, and so

I bet he make it, put a couple grand on us
Man, that dog's been spitting like he's one of Pavlov's pups
Now the ladies showing up, with their pants undone
Same hoes a year ago who went and passed on us
Seems like everybody wanna go befriend me
Need to quit all that pretending
Leave that friend request on pending (You don't love me)
I think it's time that y'all gave kudos to the kid
Back up hoe, There ain't no more room up on my dick
Yeah, There ain't no more room up on my dick
Ooo, he's spitting like he has a dip of chew up in his lip
Think it's time that y'all went and gave some kudos to the kid
But remember, ain't not muthafuckin room up on my...

Alright, really I don't have a lot of hoes to curve
And that sort of hurts, I've been going to work
Not happy, I think I have a soul to search
A few flows to surf, and few goals to murk
Ollie needs a jacket, always got the coldest verse
Probably from another planet close to earth
I'll show and prove it, always show improvement
Now the raps really sound like spoken word
Such growth, labels wanna sponsor the dude
Cut throat, painful, like a tonsil removed
Young goat, haters wanna target the dude
Poke fun at the kid, like a spark to my fuse
But I'm not in the mood, in it for the rings I'm sonic
With you I'm honest, for a huge change of pace
Man, everybody knows what he makes is great
I'm pretty rare, y'all barely even made the steaks
And I've made mistakes, like y'all did
Cause I'm the one you slept on
But now the boy putting out material
Operating over here like a Chinese sweatshop
In it for a minute
But I swear that I've been on it dog
Feels like I've been up in this bitch for way too long
Toxic shock

And I bet he make it, put a hundred grand on us
Got these bitches drooling, like they're one of Pavlov's pups
Now the ladies showing up, with their pants undone
Same hoes a year ago that went and passed on us
Seems like everybody wanna go befriend me
Need to quit all that pretending
Leave that friend request on pending (You don't love me)
I think it's time that y'all gave kudos to the kid
Back up hoe, There ain't no more room up on my dick
Yeah, There ain't no more room up on my dick
Ooo, he's spitting like he has a dip of chew up in his lip
Think it's time that y'all went and gave some kudos to the kid
But remember, ain't not muthafuckin room up on my...
Dick