You know what, strike 'em out
It's a battle for the top, you can say them boys won
Ain't no focus in the group, so it's all undone
Used to work in the trash, let 'em laugh so hard
Just know, y'all could never step on logger boulevard
Northeast land over, or the bloody Southeast
I'm the North of the South and the East of the West
I don't even fit the picture, I'm a whole damn mess
Some say, "Anti-social", but I got a few connects
How the fuck I get here if I was surely anti-social?
Seem like they projecting when my fanbase global
Seem like they suiting me, feeling bad and never hopeful
Always want me taking pics, I am not your cameraman
These niggas don't give a damn, take, take, take
And I always answer questions that say, "Make or break?"
How about you use AI, when you think Google fake?
Use your motherfucking head and fix your own plate
The old me would say, "Keeping using me, use me until I'm no more, and who's gonna help in that world?"
(Shit, shit)
Use me until I'm no more
It's a battle for the top, you can say them boys won
Ain't no focus in the group, so it's all undone
Used to work in the trash, let 'em laugh so hard
Just know, y'all could never step on logger boulevard
Northeast land over, or the bloody Southeast
I'm the North of the South and the East of the West
I don't even fit the picture, I'm a whole damn mess
Some say, "Anti-social", but I got a few connects
(The old me would say, "Keeping using me, use me until I'm no more, and who's gonna help in that world?")
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