.. its you guys fault im not popular !! - ilysm lyrics
[intro]
aw man, aw man
uh, feel me on this one, okay?
[chorus]
uh, i’m a petty b*tch
thunderbolts shoot outta my fingertips
will there be life after death?
huh, it all depends on how rich you get
[verse 1]
yeah, b*tch, did that sh*t, don’t need no middle man
hard to see me getting into that, yeah
uh, ily a narcissist
it’s hard to see how far she gets
i think i’m just a [?] p*ssy lacking common sense
i talk my sh*t with confidence
i speak, they all acknowledge it
i think i gon’ too far with it, somebody tell me “stop this sh*t”
b*tch i’m pharrell, i watch these p*ssies catching all them ls
i got some people in my phone that’ll send you straight to hеll
i ain’t perfect yet, don’t think i’ll еver be
especially when the success keeps coming to me so naturally
got friends here who rep me, got friends who resent me
i got some friends that only ask me for cosigns when they text me, uh
you keep that up and i’m gon’ think i’m a celebrity
take your contact up out my phone and stop moving so leisurely
[chorus]
uh, i’m a petty b*tch
thunderbolts shoot outta my fingertips
will there be life after*
uh, yeah, it all depends on how rich you get
[verse 2]
yeah, b*tch, huh
did that sh*t, don’t need no middle man
hard to see me getting into that
i just pulled up i got contraband
i’m tryna count all your benjamin, place in my pocket, no you won’t be seeing that, uh
they took in for questioning, that’s if that messaging
b*tch you won’t see me then, uh
b*tch you won’t see in there
pull out my gl!cky, it got a little heat in there, uh
i ain’t been out in a minute but got people that make you disappear, yeah
and my friend’s a magician, they step in that b*tch and cross him like a christian, huh
the illest been missing, i stunt on your b*tch and i’m back in her business, huh
snakes in the grass when i’m making bars call, b*tch i’m making decisions
two months back, i was thinking ’bout quitting
louis in my bag, now this rap my mission, uh
my friends see the vision, yeah
racks make me relive division, huh
and my fans are gon’ miss it, yeah
i get back in the kitchen, huh
like i’m startin’ to miss it, huh
don’t give a f*ck ’bout the digits, huh
i miss my friends and my family, huh
i bring them all to the finish, huh
yeah, huh
i’m a petty b*tch
[outro]
i’m talking ’bout physical blood that you bleed, i am not talking no motherf*cking gangs
[verse]
uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
i been a loser since my dob
like you can talk to anybody brodie, they know me
i’m tryna be the bedroom rapper, odb puffin’ on sh*tty weed
drank is for high schoolers, now i’m codeine free
yeah, look my vices took control of me
looking in the mirror, searching for someone watching over me
i’m over me, yeah, not in control of me
do i talk about myself too much? sorry, guess i’m not over me
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
ayy, it’s you guys’ fault i’m not popular
i did everything i could just for a simple chance to talk to ya
that’s all there is to it, how do i live like this?
i always look to sor uh, how do he do it?
it’s you guys’ fault i’m not popular
everything i do is for your love, ain’t that funny, huh?
i guess i learned now that that ain’t always so possible
i make this step for me, not y’all
i hope y’all watching though
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