Good Grief How’s your Little Rap Thing Going? by EXOCIETY Lyrics
[Intro: Airospace & Rav]
(This is not republican music)
One time for the boys in blue
What?!
[Verse 1: Airospace]
This my jam
This my jam, this my, this my jam
Ain't my mans
I don't know you, you not in my plans
Not my girl
Mean as fuck, she can't keep it up
Just my luck
Now I need her, she just need my nuts
Fuck like I'm dead, so she jet it
Sold her my soul just to sell it
Thought it'd be all copacetic
All of my woes, I forget 'em
I'm not, oh my god, I'm a boss, independent
Might cut you off at the tension
You don't belong in my mention, been tired enough
I don't give a fuck, and I meant it, hoe
[Chorus: Scuare]
That's bad advice
What you still doing?
Fuckin' around with it
All this art shit
You should quit now
You should pause it
Did you get signed?
Then you're jobless
That's bad advice (I been fine)
What you still doing? (I been through it)
Fuckin' around with it (I been do)
All this art shit (All I know)
You should quit now (Ready, try)
You should pausе it (Not again)
Did you get signed? (Live lifе)
Then you're jobless
[Verse 2: Scuare]
Yeah, my whole, my whole life
Now got some money and I'mma call nine-one
My throat goes so dry
I might as well fight it, but y'all know I'm right
Thr-Threw out all of your fuck shit
Till I was too tired to function
Grew up in time to get smart to it
Now I do what I, now I do what I-
Twenty-five de-essers on my dresser (yessir)
I stand pat with no effort
Now I just live for my pleasure
Now I been feeling quite clever
Now I don't need your answers, no
You guys know how I'm doing
Woo! (EXO)
[Verse 3: Kill Bill: The Rapper]
All up in the forest with the trees, trees, trees
Bank account stupid, that's on me, me, me
Fuck around, buss it down, on the beast (ay, ay)
Keep on sleeping, make a band for every Z, Z, Z
Trace, trace
All they do is trace me
I ain't down with the elbows, all Velcro with the pacing
I might make a couple more commas, manifest it with the words
I'mma hit a fuckin' stain drain, you get dressin' on the curb
I'm on my auto-rocket, bottle rocket, atmosphere is disgusting, bro
If it ain't money, just change your hands
Then why we even discussing for?
R-V-D the whole fucking show
Kaiju touching treetops
Smoking blunts at the Wingstop
In the woods with that pink cots
Make waves when the wings drop
Moses feet touching dry land
Fuck your deal, I'm taking my advance
Pop a pill, I'm off Vyvanse
Feature run about five bands
Next month I might double up
Skip your tape, it's not double-dutch
Waste my time, I might fuck you up
[Chorus: Scuare]
That's bad advice
What you still doing?
Fuckin' around with it
All this art shit
You should quit now
You should pause it
Did you get signed?
Then you're jobless
That's bad advice (I been fine)
What you still doing? (I been through it)
Fuckin' around with it (I been do)
All this art shit (All I know)
You should quit now (Ready, try)
You should pause it (Not again)
Did you get signed? (Live life)
Then you're jobless
(How's your little rap thing going?)
[Verse 4: Rav]
Well, still want a gat just to blow myself
I went from starving to constantly crying that none of my pockets can hold my bills
My life is hard
(Nah, I'm sorry)
Drive to the bank as I cry in my car
Nah, I ain't drive, I'mma get my driver ("Hello?")
And call my lawyer and go "Oh my god!" (R-A-V!)
I don't count no more, man, I got an account
Smoking a pound, we're recording this album
When we blowing out loud, getting lost in these mountains
EXO, we on it, we 'bout it
Record labels at the door and it's crowded
Got a perfect credit score, it's astounding
Plus my merch store is wildin', tryna go tourin'
Y'know, nun' important, but how has your life been?
(This is not republican music)
One time for the boys in blue
What?!
[Verse 1: Airospace]
This my jam
This my jam, this my, this my jam
Ain't my mans
I don't know you, you not in my plans
Not my girl
Mean as fuck, she can't keep it up
Just my luck
Now I need her, she just need my nuts
Fuck like I'm dead, so she jet it
Sold her my soul just to sell it
Thought it'd be all copacetic
All of my woes, I forget 'em
I'm not, oh my god, I'm a boss, independent
Might cut you off at the tension
You don't belong in my mention, been tired enough
I don't give a fuck, and I meant it, hoe
[Chorus: Scuare]
That's bad advice
What you still doing?
Fuckin' around with it
All this art shit
You should quit now
You should pause it
Did you get signed?
Then you're jobless
That's bad advice (I been fine)
What you still doing? (I been through it)
Fuckin' around with it (I been do)
All this art shit (All I know)
You should quit now (Ready, try)
You should pausе it (Not again)
Did you get signed? (Live lifе)
Then you're jobless
[Verse 2: Scuare]
Yeah, my whole, my whole life
Now got some money and I'mma call nine-one
My throat goes so dry
I might as well fight it, but y'all know I'm right
Thr-Threw out all of your fuck shit
Till I was too tired to function
Grew up in time to get smart to it
Now I do what I, now I do what I-
Twenty-five de-essers on my dresser (yessir)
I stand pat with no effort
Now I just live for my pleasure
Now I been feeling quite clever
Now I don't need your answers, no
You guys know how I'm doing
Woo! (EXO)
[Verse 3: Kill Bill: The Rapper]
All up in the forest with the trees, trees, trees
Bank account stupid, that's on me, me, me
Fuck around, buss it down, on the beast (ay, ay)
Keep on sleeping, make a band for every Z, Z, Z
Trace, trace
All they do is trace me
I ain't down with the elbows, all Velcro with the pacing
I might make a couple more commas, manifest it with the words
I'mma hit a fuckin' stain drain, you get dressin' on the curb
I'm on my auto-rocket, bottle rocket, atmosphere is disgusting, bro
If it ain't money, just change your hands
Then why we even discussing for?
R-V-D the whole fucking show
Kaiju touching treetops
Smoking blunts at the Wingstop
In the woods with that pink cots
Make waves when the wings drop
Moses feet touching dry land
Fuck your deal, I'm taking my advance
Pop a pill, I'm off Vyvanse
Feature run about five bands
Next month I might double up
Skip your tape, it's not double-dutch
Waste my time, I might fuck you up
[Chorus: Scuare]
That's bad advice
What you still doing?
Fuckin' around with it
All this art shit
You should quit now
You should pause it
Did you get signed?
Then you're jobless
That's bad advice (I been fine)
What you still doing? (I been through it)
Fuckin' around with it (I been do)
All this art shit (All I know)
You should quit now (Ready, try)
You should pause it (Not again)
Did you get signed? (Live life)
Then you're jobless
(How's your little rap thing going?)
[Verse 4: Rav]
Well, still want a gat just to blow myself
I went from starving to constantly crying that none of my pockets can hold my bills
My life is hard
(Nah, I'm sorry)
Drive to the bank as I cry in my car
Nah, I ain't drive, I'mma get my driver ("Hello?")
And call my lawyer and go "Oh my god!" (R-A-V!)
I don't count no more, man, I got an account
Smoking a pound, we're recording this album
When we blowing out loud, getting lost in these mountains
EXO, we on it, we 'bout it
Record labels at the door and it's crowded
Got a perfect credit score, it's astounding
Plus my merch store is wildin', tryna go tourin'
Y'know, nun' important, but how has your life been?