HI-DEAS 9

(albüm: Hideas: The Album - 2021)

Church

Fuck being nice it didn't get me nowhere
Except for sitting in a room pulling out my own hair
I wonder why I wasn't good enough to be treated fair
Had some knives in my back but now they ain't there
I pulled 'em out, I cleaned 'em off
I carved some names, I bend the blades
Creeping on who stuck the motherfucker there in the first place
So when I stick it back in your head your rap name can be fuckface (Fuckface)
I replenished as an evil menace, out to make a killing
Destroying the villains getting in my village
Never think that you're motive for a motherfucking minute
I'ma end it like I got a new button on my britches
Your future girlfriend already been my bitches
There ain't another me and never will be bitches
Who bitches more than bitches bitching 'bout my business
The bitches who hoe around and ain't about business
Redneck kid on the Facebook (Facebook)
Now a redneck boss with the great hook
Everybody mad claiming they're my old friends
'Cause they can't tag my face on the Facebook (Woo)
And I got anger and this grave for days to lay to rest
The dangerous caucasian mess they wish they left alone
'Cause once I'm woke no bullet hole can stop the flow
They should already know
Time and time again it's like a neverending trebuchet
They always throwing shots but every single one will ricochet
And everyone you meet, half of them will end up being fake
The other half will pretend just to have a safe space
Yeah, won't you say it to my face book
Yeah you're funny but not like Dane Cook
Funny like a 30 year old with a Tik Tok
Tryna boost himself off killing at his fucking X-Box
Eye brow plucking, nasty bitch fucking
Dingaling sucking, beta male motherfucker
I wouldn't sweat you in the summertime sunlight
I'm a rapper, you're a cunt with a mic playing Fortnite (Fortnite)
Yeah, we are not alike (Not alike), why? I got goals in life
You're an Instagram model getting 140 likes
On a faggot ass pose only chicks make at night
I'm a Billboard charting (Chartin'), hit song writing (Writin')
No match soaking wet, still make fire (Fire)
Got plaques on my wall, my crib is getting cavities
My teeth falling out 'cause my hard analogies
Just click record on a savage beat, I'll deliver that savagery
I'll tear that bitch up like Carol Baskin versus Tiger King in a boxing ring (Boxing ring)
Everything I withheld I'ma seal shut with a thick bale
Smoke a thick bale then tip the scales
With the amount of fucks that I'm about to not give
There's a drought coming so don't be standing in my field
I'ma airstrike my own place to make a hater heel
I don't care about the money because my name is made of steel
Look at what I've done saying fuck a record deal
I'm the motherfucking man, I don't even slip on banana peels
The door's closing for the old me
Bout of the nice guy, he died tryna help see
He gave and gave until his big heart sank
I ain't even really mad, I just want to say thanks (Thanks)
The new me about to come storm y'all's banks
Got a mouth full of submarines, planes, and tanks
I'ma lock on anybody with the balls to face
The country rap king cobra with the long ass fangs
Church

Creek Squad
Motherfucker
Yeah
Church