GBoy

(album: Violet High - 2019)

Everybody wanna throw fits, everybody whine when I'm stackin up my pockets got a nigga feelin like it's les mis, 80 other niggas wanna talk on me but only 30 people knowin what your name is, should prolly figure out a steady way to make some money stead of talking bout like where the blame is, so where the blame is, then?

No I ain't get no help from the go, I ain't had no help when I was writin in my notes so I could put in a pot on the stove, I ain't had nobody when my teachers told me I would end up dead or in jail or alone, but now you hit me up with all these messages because you need some bread or some head or a loan, textin my phone girl

The only thing I want is the truth, say that you my broo but you sellin me for chicken and a bun with a side and a juice, say that you is different but you kissin other guys spittin lies like it's fire in the booth, tired of the switchin and flies on the wall but disguised like you only bein you, no I ain't a fool bruh

People playin me left and right it's like gameboy gameboy, people say to me not to blatant you changed boy changed boy, I created you who created me lame boy lame boy, this basic hatred so concentrated no gain boy gain boy

No gain, chance of showers no rain, yeah people drive me insane, and I'm scalping all the fake might need some rogaine

Music hits with no pain, makin hits with no chain, movin shit with no stupid shit, so no cupid shit on my brain

Innovatin new ways to play, those cheat codes with new lingerie, how I'm finna get played today, I'm straight paper chasin then fade away

Hold me down like paper weights, burn away that paper face, turn away your fakin grace, I straight cut you off no chiffonade

People playin me left and right it's like gameboy gameboy, people say to me not to blatant you changed boy changed boy, I created you who created me lame boy lame boy, this basic hatred so concentrated no gain boy gain boy