LEROLE

I made a whole genre cry
I mean genre, the whole damn circus
Something got under their skin and that’s not my problem
Well, I guess it is, but look at how I laugh

Some are jealous 'cause I don’t give them the time of day
I know their ladies love me
And I’ve already moved on from them
It hurts them that Yng got his way again
And he sails through it like a sailor on the open sea

This ain't a diss track, I'm just having fun
You all sang and everyone laughed
The boats closed up and buried themselves
For all I care, they can die, sending lots of kisses

The label told me to tone it down
But I brought them down a notch too
Both the old and the new
They saw my guts, they saw my talent
Pass me the ball, I’ll dunk it like Jordan

A crybaby popped up, and then there were two
Three showed up, and their time's up
I was a good friend and you all paid me back poorly
I taught you the codes and you even talked shit about me

So shake that ass, hot mama
And move it in a circle, from the bottom to the top
And tell everyone who the star is
Hated by haters and loved by the ladies

Ungrateful, that’s why you’re where you are
I’m the villain in a poorly told story
I’d rather be the bad guy than fake with a nice face
As soon as the dude leaves, the rats start partying

But I calm down, think sensibly
Good with the good, fake with the fake
I’m out here grinding, smoking, and spending
Watching over my people like a prisoner with his plate

New bling, new chains
Fingers full of rings
That burn the best weed
On my feet forty and eighty in the waistband

My closet’s full and I can’t keep track
Of how much I’ve spent when I already hit the Palace
No one’s gonna shut me up, crazy, no one silences me
I’m not Andoni Collies but I cook better

Good auditory drugs, better than hydrazine
A couple of crazy ladies for the fine stuff
I feel like I’m in Art Attack using them as Play-Doh
Juggling with all their bad vibes

I’m making millions just with my good rhymes
I laughed at some and I’ll keep doing it
Why didn’t you respond? Because they don’t meet the price
Old friendships popped up that I forgot about

They say I got too big for my britches, but it’s just the zeros
Friend of a friend and betrayal for the traitor
They think I’m panicking, but they just make me feel sorry
I’m scared my outfit won’t match my bank account

And even though you send people
Your people tell me everything
Ladies move it, dolls, shake that ass
Blondes and brunettes, tell them what’s up

Who’s moving the scene, I see them from afar
And I see how they’re the decline
I made a whole genre cry
I mean genre, the whole damn circus

Something got under their skin and that’s not my problem
Well, I guess it is, but look at how I laugh
It hurts them that Yng got his way again
And he sails through it like a sailor on the open sea