[00:01.954][Intro]
[00:13.908]When he's reborn as a good guy
[00:15.501]I'll be waiting, for a one-on-one matchup
[00:16.032]
[00:16.828][Refrain]
[00:18.235](Indie rock!) All the hate, money, fashion, yeah
[00:20.157]I’m at the show getting plastered, yeah
[00:21.548]Old friends mad that I passed them up
[00:23.236]I want this shit, can’t pass it up
[00:24.829]Hater get jumped like basketball (Like basketball, ayy!)
[00:26.157]Never ****ed with you, bitch ask 'em all
[00:27.845]All your eggs in a basket
[00:28.907]On time, I get carried in a casket, uh
[00:29.439]
[00:30.064][Chorus]
[00:30.595]I-I-I'm not like these bitches, won't be in charge, won’t talk ‘bout addicts, aye
[00:34.115]This type of shit take practice
[00:35.178]I show up and they think I'm a catfish, aye
[00:37.084]I like this bitch, I’m acting
[00:38.188]I’m tryna do her mad like [?], uh
[00:40.063]I fly across that pond
[00:41.203]At the hardcore show, I just start rappin', aye
[00:42.063]
[00:42.657][Verse]
[00:43.454]I air this A&R out, he tryna take notes like class (Like class, ayy)
[00:45.898]They looking up to me like ****
[00:47.524]They pray to my shit like mass (Yeah)
[00:49.456]I’ve never been so up
[00:50.347]Swear to God I was born in last, aye (Uh, uh)
[00:52.597]I'ma cough this up, bitch I'm a smoker like my dad, aye (Indie rock!)
[00:55.784]I'm screaming my ass off, pull up to the show and I'm wearin' all black (Wearin' all black)
[00:58.238]Bitch, I'm best friends with the bank
[00:59.300]I hit the ATM, withdraw some cash
[01:01.504]I'm in ATL, I’m in Chicago, I’m all across the map
[01:04.425]Hatin' bitch got no reason to be mad
[01:05.784]I'm on the porch [?]
[01:06.394]
[01:06.956][Chorus]
[01:08.019]I'm not like these bitches, won't be in charge, won’t talk ‘bout addicts, aye
[01:10.941]This type of shit take practice
[01:12.284]I show up and they think I'm a catfish, aye
[01:13.879]I like this bitch, I’m macking
[01:15.269]I’m tryna do her mad like [?], uh
[01:17.144]I fly across that pond
[01:18.206]At the hardcore show, I just start rappin', aye (Indie rock!)
[01:18.800]
[01:19.409][Refrain]
[01:20.300]All the hate, money, fashion, yeah
[01:21.894]I’m at the show getting plastered, yeah
[01:23.222]Old friends mad that I passed them up
[01:24.847]I want this shit, can’t pass it up
[01:26.175]Hater get jumped like basketball (Like basketball, ayy!)
[01:27.628]Never ****ed with you, bitch ask 'em all
[01:29.284]All your eggs in a basket (Ayy!)
[01:30.441]On time, I get carried in a casket, uh
[01:31.097]
[01:31.893][Outro]
[01:44.691](Indie rock!)

When he's reborn as a good guy
I'll be waiting, for a one-on-one matchup

(Indie rock!) All the hate, money, fashion, yeah
I’m at the show getting plastered, yeah
Old friends mad that I passed them up
I want this shit, can’t pass it up
Hater get jumped like basketball (Like basketball, ayy!)
Never ****ed with you, bitch ask 'em all
All your eggs in a basket
On time, I get carried in a casket, uh

I-I-I'm not like these bitches, won't be in charge, won’t talk ‘bout addicts, aye
This type of shit take practice
I show up and they think I'm a catfish, aye
I like this bitch, I’m acting
I’m tryna do her mad like , uh
I fly across that pond
At the hardcore show, I just start rappin', aye

I air this A&R out, he tryna take notes like class (Like class, ayy)
They looking up to me like ****
They pray to my shit like mass (Yeah)
I’ve never been so up
Swear to God I was born in last, aye (Uh, uh)
I'ma cough this up, bitch I'm a smoker like my dad, aye (Indie rock!)
I'm screaming my ass off, pull up to the show and I'm wearin' all black (Wearin' all black)
Bitch, I'm best friends with the bank
I hit the ATM, withdraw some cash
I'm in ATL, I’m in Chicago, I’m all across the map
Hatin' bitch got no reason to be mad
I'm on the porch

I'm not like these bitches, won't be in charge, won’t talk ‘bout addicts, aye
This type of shit take practice
I show up and they think I'm a catfish, aye
I like this bitch, I’m macking
I’m tryna do her mad like , uh
I fly across that pond
At the hardcore show, I just start rappin', aye (Indie rock!)

All the hate, money, fashion, yeah
I’m at the show getting plastered, yeah
Old friends mad that I passed them up
I want this shit, can’t pass it up
Hater get jumped like basketball (Like basketball, ayy!)
Never ****ed with you, bitch ask 'em all
All your eggs in a basket (Ayy!)
On time, I get carried in a casket, uh

(Indie rock!)