Are Ya Winnin' Son?

Are ya, are ya winnin'? Oh, oh, oh Guess the money make me happy, right? Are ya winnin' son? Ain't even alive, what you think? Say I'm doin' the most I don't think I did enough You got evil inside Givin' it all to the ghost, a toast to gettin' up Yeah, yeah I think I heard you bitch enough I'ma handle this neutrally If I say we not friends please don't shoot at me Fuck the hate I'm growin' beautifully They don't wanna see it They use the Internet so I keep 'em muted Researching me like a student If you listenin' you probably stupid I swear to the Christian God Try to refuse it, dm me a joke Everything's gettin' hot And I don't like humans Leave me alone Awful ugly how they want me I no longer feel like fuckin' rhyming I'll see yo' ass at the potluck (It's next Thursday, if you late I swear to God) I remember when I had a lot of love Wastin' time bein' young, killin' ourselves We older now, we still killin' ourselves Tobacco out the bowl, fuck it, I'm crazy Feel like an outsider, feel like an orphan Just one of those days I wish I was aborted I only get paid if you think I'm important That shit sordid Fuck it, force this course of torment It's not a game, it's a tournament You got it all, and you whorin' it I feel like eno I wanna rip out ya throat with my jaw ¿Tienes hambre, putana? Go make a keynote on how I'm a dog I'm bumpin' Kino I'm at the lot and I'm dodgin' the sheriff I bought my own pot so you know I ain't sharin' Unless you my friend or unless you my parents I'm fuckin' hot like the smoke in my larynx I forgot that I gotta forget about carin' I forget I go out on a walk and I scare 'em All these artists just want what I'm not, it's apparent I'ma fall to my knees and then grab the katana I ain't ashamed of the way I was brought up Feel like Since99 and NLE Choppa I feel like Jasiah singin' the Opera I feel like Yussuf feel like Hamza You feel like smokin'? I don't wanna Polite as fuck but I'm the wrong one BruhMane, bruh, look what you gone done I fuck with Houston that's my top city Keep these spiders that I got with me 'Cause I know that they would not let me (Do some bullshit right?) Awful ugly how they want me I no longer feel like fuckin' rhyming I'll see yo' ass at the potluck (You better bring food or you better not come at all) I remember when I had a lot of love Wastin' time bein' young, killin' ourselves We older now, we still killin' ourselves