Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fuck Em , by - Radek. Song from the album I'm High, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Radek
Song language: English
Fuck Em |
| Uh, yo |
| Fuck all yall with ya bicker and ya banter |
| Ain’t nobody but me saw the vision |
| I imagine a mansion |
| Provided by my passion of rapping |
| And cash in on my actions |
| Stacking Jackon |
| It’ll happen, and I planned it |
| Damn I’m feeling stranded on this planet |
| Need a doctor to examine this brain damage |
| And bandage the habits, cause RADEKs and addict |
| A ganja fannatic. |
| I keep it authenic |
| Work ethic kinetic, so never forget it |
| I’ll never regret it |
| Till my names carved in a gravestone |
| I started as an artist |
| But I plan to be a king soon |
| I got my pockets open cause |
| I’m broke and need a break through |
| I’m paving through the game |
| So mother fuckers better make room |
| My brain is aiming at the cake |
| I plan to order steak too |
| You see my face is straight |
| So don’t mistake me for a caged fool |
| They hate you cause you fuckin lame |
| And hang out with a fake crew |
| Todays the day I take a place on stage |
| So bitches stay tuned |
| Uh, you can hate me now |
| But you gon' love me later |
| And you gon' see me smile |
| I be screaming fuck these haters |
| Uh said fuck em. |
| Fuck what they say yo |
| Uh said fuck em. |
| Said Fuck what they say yo |
| Yeah, I’m sick of all this horse shit |
| Poor kid, Storing all this anger in my organs |
| Feeling like I’m living in a prison with no warden |
| Dreamin like a freeman yall can call me Mr. Morgan |
| Award him, I just want my name up in the forbes list |
| Workin' everyday, everynight for the fortune |
| Ever since was a kid, I knew I’d be important |
| Even though my bitchass momma |
| Said she wanted an abortion, ahh shit |
| High Times better put me on the cover |
| Under undiscovered puffers |
| Among the lovers of butter |
| Up above the other suckers |
| I’m that ugly motherfucker |
| From the suburbs, make you wonder |
| How the fuck he get a come up? |
| I don’t know |
| I make them bluffing motherfuckers studder |
| And utter then mutter |
| That they always been another brother |
| But when I need a brother |
| They dip and become a runner |
| What the fuck? |
| I guess that’s just how it is so |
| Uh, you can hate me now |
| But you gon' love me later |
| And you gon' see me smile |
| I be screaming fuck these haters |
| Uh said fuck em. |
| Fuck what they say yo |
| Uh said fuck em. |
| Said Fuck what they say yo |