So Help Me God by Andradece Lyrics
[Verse]
I'm not ashamed of the person I am
That's the aesthetic that follows when you ain't look for respect
Look around, not a face looks the slightest impressed
The fact why you here, I don't have the answer to that
I wish it was pretty but most of my life is a blur
I act tough but you don't know what occurs
I'm man of my word
I won't attack unless you get on my nerves
I’ll keep it one hundred but I'm 90% immature
Yeah
This was the hand I was dealt
But I won't settle, I'll threaten the dealer till he throw a new deck out
I been working for years, producing and writing, mix and mastering heat
I make the change, I don't wait for the change to make me
Listen
Push me away you get what you want
We adults, it doesn't matter who's the blame or the fault
I work better alone and don't plan collab if you suck
Go back to the board and draw up a list why i should
My bar is high, why would a Yoa-Ming work wit’ a midget
It's bad for business
I don't account for the public opinion
I hang at the top like a boy refusing the circumcision
‘cuz my feature will get you views like Mia Khalifa porn subscription
Not only rhymes but your face is whack
Your whole head is lookin’ worse than the beat version of Christie Mack
My punchlines beating rappers to death
You feeling dizzy at the moment, that's probably one of the side affects
The other day, I went to XXL
Saw some names that I couldn't pronounce
Thought to myself
How many whack freshmen ‘finna blow up now
I mean really
Different names with identical style’s pathetic
Light me up, then make way for hell
I’m more revealing than a fat man running who shouldn't wear a belt
Visit your shows and make fun of your crowd
‘cuz when your fans talk, I'm the one that's spoken about
I'm the center of ruckus
Like spreading AIDS to the stomach causing you cloud judgment
You won't have a clue when I'm coming you a puppet, even Pinocchio a level above it, Dirty Dozen said it best y'all can "keep on talkin'"
I'm ill
Like the sick kid in class, wit’ a virus
While y'all were out partying I'm the one nobody invited
I’m the toy in the back of the shelf, nobody buys it
So in person, don't wonder why I would prefer to be silent
This is west coast spitter with all defiance
Never try us, we bust shots quicker chopper gunner pilots
I cause riots, like strict parents losing their mind, violent trump haters, gay marches, and feminists crying
I can't stop
Like addicts cold turkey a drug
Facing facts like radio stations don't work wit’ my songs
I'm more dirty than homeless men getting off in a stall
You and I, in a room, you wouldn't last very long
Uh
Stay in my lane, you better keep up the pace
I'll slander your name like Meek Milly battling Drake
If you marry the game, try to remember your vows
I’ll turn your body red to blue like your nuts when being left aroused
After this album you gon’ need some counseling, a new surrounding, a couple thousand Valium pills to cure the pounding, including a panic room, sound proofed with diluted shouting
Inducing trouble to patients with terminal Munchausen
Outro:
What'd you expect? Huh?
I'm not ashamed of the person I am
That's the aesthetic that follows when you ain't look for respect
Look around, not a face looks the slightest impressed
The fact why you here, I don't have the answer to that
I wish it was pretty but most of my life is a blur
I act tough but you don't know what occurs
I'm man of my word
I won't attack unless you get on my nerves
I’ll keep it one hundred but I'm 90% immature
Yeah
This was the hand I was dealt
But I won't settle, I'll threaten the dealer till he throw a new deck out
I been working for years, producing and writing, mix and mastering heat
I make the change, I don't wait for the change to make me
Listen
Push me away you get what you want
We adults, it doesn't matter who's the blame or the fault
I work better alone and don't plan collab if you suck
Go back to the board and draw up a list why i should
My bar is high, why would a Yoa-Ming work wit’ a midget
It's bad for business
I don't account for the public opinion
I hang at the top like a boy refusing the circumcision
‘cuz my feature will get you views like Mia Khalifa porn subscription
Not only rhymes but your face is whack
Your whole head is lookin’ worse than the beat version of Christie Mack
My punchlines beating rappers to death
You feeling dizzy at the moment, that's probably one of the side affects
The other day, I went to XXL
Saw some names that I couldn't pronounce
Thought to myself
How many whack freshmen ‘finna blow up now
I mean really
Different names with identical style’s pathetic
Light me up, then make way for hell
I’m more revealing than a fat man running who shouldn't wear a belt
Visit your shows and make fun of your crowd
‘cuz when your fans talk, I'm the one that's spoken about
I'm the center of ruckus
Like spreading AIDS to the stomach causing you cloud judgment
You won't have a clue when I'm coming you a puppet, even Pinocchio a level above it, Dirty Dozen said it best y'all can "keep on talkin'"
I'm ill
Like the sick kid in class, wit’ a virus
While y'all were out partying I'm the one nobody invited
I’m the toy in the back of the shelf, nobody buys it
So in person, don't wonder why I would prefer to be silent
This is west coast spitter with all defiance
Never try us, we bust shots quicker chopper gunner pilots
I cause riots, like strict parents losing their mind, violent trump haters, gay marches, and feminists crying
I can't stop
Like addicts cold turkey a drug
Facing facts like radio stations don't work wit’ my songs
I'm more dirty than homeless men getting off in a stall
You and I, in a room, you wouldn't last very long
Uh
Stay in my lane, you better keep up the pace
I'll slander your name like Meek Milly battling Drake
If you marry the game, try to remember your vows
I’ll turn your body red to blue like your nuts when being left aroused
After this album you gon’ need some counseling, a new surrounding, a couple thousand Valium pills to cure the pounding, including a panic room, sound proofed with diluted shouting
Inducing trouble to patients with terminal Munchausen
Outro:
What'd you expect? Huh?