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chaos - nøtinvain lyrics

[intro: ykj]
what’s up, nøtinvain
how you doing, young man?
i hear you’re dropping a new album real, real soon
man, lemme holler at you for a minute, boy
i just wanna say
you’re keepin’ your grind on
you’re keepin’ your shine on
i guarantee you, when you make it
we all make it, bro
it ain’t no doubt about it
you just gotta keep your grind up, shine up
and keep being trill, cause i know
you’re gonna rock that mic like a motherf-cker
keep it up, boy, keep it up
my name is ykj
and this is my boy, nøtinvain
coming soon your way

[pre-verse: nøtinvain]
thank you, brother

[verse: nøtinvain]
born on a snowy day
in the middle of january
he would grow up diabetic
like his name was halle berry
he would grow up listening
to pac like hail mary and
he would arbitrarily
end any adversary
like he was a mercenary
take ‘em to the cemetery
like it was on the itinerary
add to your obituary
(would you say it’s about time to change up the flow?)
ever since the leejoe tape intro
a remix of tha crossroads
“hey, why not make it the outro too?”
that’s the first verse reversed
cursed put in a he-rs-
lyrics still get recycled
and pulled out my mom’s purse
welcome to leejoe’s revival
where we’re cutting off all my foe’s survival
if i catch you dissing or p-ssing on me
you’ll get beat so bad that you won’t even be blinking
(like who?)
like your name was zach lincoln
fake -ss concert promoter
about as useful as a backfired motor
or a fork shoved inside a toaster
i’m pouring my drink on you
like you’re a f-cking coaster
trying to eat the chip off my shoulder
i’m gonna turn into a p-ssed off soldier
shoot you down with the pistol in my holster
flying at you, alt-tude makes you colder
i don’t flaunt my ice, so don’t try to rob me
fly into you like a f-cking kamikaze
i bet i delivered that awfully
you wouldn’t like me when i don’t drink my coffee
that’s the sh-t i need
f-ck molly!
i’m not f-cking jolly, lil jonny
made it this far won’t turn down for sh-t
if you want to be a rapper, don’t copy me
i pray for this to become a hit
i’ll be your father, profane, can’t body me
i’ll cook you in a battle, propane, don’t bobby me (bwah!)
i’ll throw you under the trolley, bl–dy, call me tarantino
me and my homies wonder, say golly, but what do we know
can it, hand it, banned and, kicked off and shot with a bow
ever since the day i retired leejoe
people started saying i suck like a leech ho
well, that f-cking sucks for me but life’s a beach, bro
i bet the second y’all turned this sh-t on, you f-cking yawned
because you think lyrical, real, reality rap sounds like a screaming blonde (where does that leave me then?)
i tried being public, i tried public school
put out a mixtape and then got hated
switched to a christian school, tried being cool and write a christian tune
that didn’t turn out well so i’m switching back soon
that’s a warning if you’ve got words
mouth’s writing checks you can’t cash
i’m writing hooks you can’t catch
all i’m saying is i wrote new songs, i’ve got a new batch of rhymes
over time, i talked sh-t in my mind
and i put it down on wax as a way to relax
and as something for the people to rewind then
it doubles as something for me to remind them
but you f-ggots aren’t even worth the time
and don’t get me started on people
spitting about fake suicide
don’t talk about slitting your wrists
unless it’s crossed your mind
that sh-t digs into my soul every day
just like the time another guy i knew died
he was only twelve and it hurt me then
that crash that claimed your life
disrupted a whole school
hoped it was an april fool
but it’s a scar i wear on my body
when i walk around zoned out, like a zombie

i don’t let sh-t weigh me down anymore, hommie
i let this sh-t wash over me like a tsunami
but b-tches, i welcome you to my album so i can tell my story
so buckle up c-nts, it’s about to get gory
you pretend to be the hardest
but you’re mentally r-t-rded
using words like irregardless
while you try to be an artist

[interlude: nøtinvain]
yo, let’s hear a little
let’s hear a little
cut the beat
let’s hear a little
a little something
from a well known
hip-hop news source
uh, i have the report right here

[outro: nøtinvain]
lil pump is a fast, screamo rapper
eminem’s about to up and retire
“f-ck the legends, we love the migos
we don’t need the treacherous three trio
we’re drowning in tide pods and xanax
we know what’s trending, we’re the kings
and we think we can control every single thing”
bro, isn’t the guy who narrates
those videos just like so monotone?
he’s kinda like me
but i actually know something about hip-hop, right?

- notinvain lyrics

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