like macgyver - alex wiley lyrics
[chorus: alex wiley & azizi gibson]
i’m so f-ckin’ sick and tired
i get in and out the jam like macgyver
yeah that chopper turn a fitted to a visor
don’t ask me b-tch, i’m not your supervisor
we don’t give a f-ck, yeah you suck, that sh-t ain’t enough
you will waste your nut and we clutch finna pull up
we cannot be touched, what’s the fuss we so merciless
yeah you think you hot, n-gg- (f-ck you)
[verse 1: azizi gibson]
man you different (duh)
a n-gg- needs his distance (get away)
yeah he was cool before now you lookin’ like some b-tches
yeah it’s just me and my dog and we lookin’ like tintin
i get in a world of science boutta open a dimension
god d-mn
’cause y’all idolize hoes, with your eyes closed
elevation set the low
how the f-ck we get here?
bust a nut in your left ear so you know why we came here
yup, know i gotta make my name here
boutta change the name of all the d-mn reindeer
have a holiday boutta celebrate every year
no fighting games but you know your boy top tier
ooh, for the rush
sorry fool i don’t give a f-ck (i don’t give a f-ck)
who are you if you don’t know us?
it’s [?] no one trusts
[chorus: alex wiley & azizi gibson]
i’m so f-ckin’ sick and tired
i get in and out the jam like macgyver
yeah that chopper turn a fitted to a visor
don’t ask me b-tch, i’m not your supervisor
we don’t give a f-ck, yeah you suck, that sh-t ain’t enough
you will waste your nut and we clutch finna pull up
we cannot be touched, what’s the fuss we so merciless
you think you hot, n-gg- (what?)
[verse 2: alex wiley]
rollin’ a blunt on the highway
oh did i mention it’s my strain
i ain’t got time for the mind games
givin’ me brain like a migraine
you can look but you can’t find me
you n-gg-s never define me
i knew that i had it since 9 [?]
it was your time and your times change
i lace up my boots and then i excel, might as well
servin’ that sh-t to my clientele, might as well
we all a product of try and fail
i got the dope it’s a fire sale
i hit the booth and leave fire trails
i got that sh-t that make iron melt
tryna get richie is lionel
rollin’ my [?] and f-ck how you feel
i’m from chicago it’s been a drill
i got some n-gg-s still in the field, like the nfl
yo new sh-t sound like a benadryl
yo girl hit me like, when we finna chill?
she kinda annoying, i hit it still
they said i would fail but i didn’t still
and now i’m caught up in a whirlwind
go to sleep and wonder where the world went
if they on the path then i encourage them
we just out here young and f-ckin’ flourishing
never been too proud to be american
but i guess it suits me ’cause i’m arrogant
take your knee out like you nancy kerrigan
gave a f-ck before, i never care again, never care again
[chorus: alex wiley & azizi gibson]
i’m so f-ckin’ sick and tired
i get in and out the jam like macgyver
yeah that chopper turn a fitted to a visor
don’t ask me b-tch, i’m not your supervisor
we don’t give a f-ck, yeah you suck, that sh-t ain’t enough
you will waste your nut and we clutch finna pull up
we cannot be touched, what’s the fuss we so merciless
you think you hot, n-gg- (what?)
[verse 3: mick jenkins]
aye, y’all so f-cking woke, still coppin’ dimes
boy, i know that you don’t want no smoke
no nine for real
crack a seal we can take it slow, take a smoke
ain’t no deuces n-gg-, this an invitational
they k!llin’ n-gg-s and they appet-te is insatiable
we build up like mason’s do
penny brick and mortar, plenty rick and morty references
i know my d-ck is shorter in a parallel universe where little d-cks are more attractive than skin is important
i’m more proactive when things start to get b-mpy anyway
they lump me in with conscious rappers
but i’m so much more than a preacher
writer, teacher, learn to see the real
don’t fall into the feature film trappin’
know that n-gg-s will act regardless, i’m hardly heartless
the p-ssion is hardy and euro steppin’ like harden
flippin’ through chapters of p-ssport papers
boarding charter boats and altered suits or author quotes like
“drink more water,” you should try it
nothing in this world like it, word to keke wyatt
[chorus: alex wiley & azizi gibson]
i’m so f-ckin’ sick and tired
i get in and out the jam like macgyver
yeah that chopper turn a fitted to a visor
don’t ask me b-tch, i’m not your supervisor
we don’t give a f-ck, yeah you suck, that sh-t ain’t enough
you will waste your nut and we clutch finna pull up
we cannot be touched, what’s the fuss we so merciless
you think you hot, n-gg- (what?)
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