Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Anti-Social, artist - Futuristic. Album song As Seen on the Internet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.08.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: We're The Future
Song language: English
Anti-Social |
Please, get your cameras out my face when I’m tryna eat, I might have to chop |
your fuckin' hand off |
Everybody wanna ball with Zach, huh? |
I ain’t talkin' Zach Randolph |
I be stayin' in the crib, I be eatin' good, watchin' TV like a grandpa |
Everybody wanna battle, I don’t feel like rappers, swear that I’m too grown for |
a motherfuckin' standoff |
Yo, leave me alone, boy, I’m in my zone, give me the throne, nigga, |
watch your tone |
And everything I got I made it happen on my own, from the corner store to a |
rolling stone, now I’m makin' Lisa moan |
And I don’t like to conversate with anybody, tryna make it through the lobby to |
the whip, I got shit to do |
I’m by myself or I’m with the crew, do a show, take a ho then hit the room, boom |
I don’t fuck with you, I don’t fuck with you |
I don’t fuck with you, I don’t fuck with you |
Sorry if I’m anti-social, I’m anti-social |
Forgive me if I’m anti-social, I’m anti-social |
Price on my head like a Bible in the game, honestly, I just been trying to |
refrain |
From killing all of these niggas that’s been drivin' in my lane |
Tellin' stories on my name like the novel is gonna change |
Obsessing over me is driving you insane and the lies that you have claimed will |
arise on a different day |
And when the truth hits the lens, I’m already flying away |
Just to get a call to hear someone apologize for the fake, ugh |
I keep it real like my first name B, they tryna take shots at me like my first |
name G |
That’s a Hardball reference, I was only ten, snuck in to the theaters like, «This shit PG-13?» |
In the road by myself, nobody close to the kid, I’m like a soda, |
I’m exploding when you open the lid |
You wanna beef? |
This is close as it gets, I don’t mention phony niggas, homie, |
you already know what it is, I’m gone |
I don’t fuck with you, I don’t fuck with you |
I don’t fuck with you, I don’t fuck with you |
Sorry if I’m anti-social, I’m anti-social |
Forgive me if I’m anti-social, I’m anti-social |
I been through a lot, when you make money you do a lot, ten years climbing to |
the top |
Everybody steady hating, tryna drag you down to lose your spot, I got a record |
from them stupid cops |
A mixed kid but my pigment is strictly nigga, when they see me they don’t think |
that our mamas is prolly friends |
Racism is still alive and it’s breathing but we keep it in the closet like the |
child called it, uh |
Loose lips is bigger than Jigga’s, a secret never sacred when you’re making |
figures |
Them same homies that was banging with you, would trade your friendship to the |
press to have you framed and leave you hanging up just like a picture |
And women thirsty need a pitcher full of water, if I hit it and her nigga |
tripping, it’s gon' be a problem |
If you step up to me, I might have to throw like Randy Johnson 'til he’s |
unresponsive, I prolly shouldn’t be out this often, I’m gone |
I don’t fuck with you, I don’t fuck with you |
I don’t fuck with you, I don’t fuck with you |
I don’t fuck with you, I don’t fuck with you |
I don’t fuck with you, I don’t fuck with you |
I don’t fuck with you, I don’t fuck with you |
I don’t fuck with you, I don’t fuck with you |
Sorry if I’m anti-social, I’m anti-social |
Forgive me if I’m anti-social, I’m anti-social |
I don’t fuck with you, I don’t fuck with you |