Atwood - EXPECTINSHIT

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I’ma cook yall, no griddle, take a look dog
Your little sad raps got shit on
Oh you Lo-Fi, go cry, so tired
Of the ones that promote but can’t write for shit
I can’t like their shit, tried I swear
You scared to be yourself ‘cause it might just fail
A parody of life how I write these tales
I need some detail, at least you mean well
Eat the beat? Yup, I ate the stems too
I hate to waste food, hate to straight diss
But damn it’s great fuel, so pray to Jesus
Like no one saved me bitch, who gon' save you?
Why you xpectin' shit from me?
I ain’t expctin' shit from me
Why you expectin' shit from me, bitch?
I ain’t vexed this shit funny
Why you expectin' shit from me?
I ain’t expectin' shit from me
Why you expectin' shit from me, bitch?
I ain’t vexed this shit funny
Shit I did five or six Vyvanses writing this
Right in my type of environment
Why’d you link mid? You should private it
My advice is find a fucking psychiatrist
Hypnotize so rhyming’s not in your mind
But if I supply it, feels like lines in your sinuses
Why you tryin' shit? Learn what silence is
Just a little bit of magic that Midas shit
Boy you second fiddle tiny lil violin
I see you cryin' why you tryna hide it? It’s trifling
Why oh why you want to act like you nice with it?
What you expectin', a smile and shit? Naw
Why you expectin' shit from me?
I ain’t expectin' shit from me
Why you expectin' shit from me, bitch?
I ain’t vexed this shit funny
Why you expectin' shit from me?
I ain’t expectin' shit from me
Why you expectin' shit from me, bitch?
I ain’t vexed this shit funny
What you expect from the boy? Do not play with him
Bitch I been busy, like you gotta wait a bit
Stressing for verses like Spiderman pictures
You slapping your desk like you J. Jonah Jameson
Bitch I’m a menace, why you sweat me?
Need to get independent, not Mr. West
I’ma finish my sentence, I ain’t hit you back
‘Cause your shit’s not impressive now don’t get offended
What the fuck are you sayin' in your verse?
Think you’re playin' with your words, every line is a stretch
Feel bad when their feelings get hurt
So they all getting curved, what the fuck you expect?
Why you expectin' shit from me?
I ain’t expectin' shit from me
Why you expectin' shit from me, bitch?
I ain’t vexed this shit funny
Why you expectin' shit from me?
I ain’t expectin' shit from me
Why you expectin' shit from me, bitch?
I ain’t vexed this shit funny
Yesterday I had someone ask
When my new album’s gonna drop
I wanted to pop off but I shouldn’t though
‘Cause my album just dropped
I’ve had so many people that I used to know
Say boy you dope, and when you blow up
Just don’t forget us little folk
But truth is I already forgot
All in my spot, they gettin' swerved
Like they pedestrians
I’m getting all that I want
And they gonna learn that I don’t got extra
I keep my hands on the top
Self-driven like I’m whippin' a Tesla
Coincidental how you think you 'serve extra
Why you expectin' shit? Bitch this profession