[Verse 1 : Witty Rock]
I'mma need more than a little bit of cash, man these dream ain't cheap
And I ain't sellin' 'em my soul, instead I auction off my sleep
Only if you n***as knew my thought process throughout the week
I been labelled as a misfit, a**hole, creep, f** it
I don't need your validation or your admiration
sh** I'm livin' free, dog, Emancipation Proclamation
Check my town, only a matter before my proper placement
Pay attention, I'mma go [??] in greatness
[Hook: ?]
But, for now, what you even wanna talk to me for?
Only wanna speak 'bout what I die and what I bleed for
Funny how I'm cunning, but I'm such a social retard
Funny how I'm cunning, but I'm such a social retard
For now, what you even speak talk to me for?
Only wanna talk 'bout what I die and what I bleed for
Funny how I'm cunning, but I'm such a social retard
Funny how I'm cunning, but I'm such a social retard
[Verse 2: Junior]
f** you if you ain't f**in' with us
[?] D-M-C is a must
What's a bond with no trust? Good as some head with no bust
I guess it's similar, but life's feelin' familiar
Youngest n***a, but the old heads said they feelin' him
Like TNT, you k**in 'em, but that's just what's expected though
Always bend more records though
b**hes wave like who's next to go?
I'll take a swing at bases low, did
And yes I be on my sh**, born in 1996, n***a
Rocky rocket, please don't let me stop it
These elementary n***as get played, like hop-scotch
We takin' it to the top, and tryin' to stay away from opposite
And beast as much as we presently can, I know you cannot stop rockin' to this
[Hook: ?]
But, for now, what you even wanna talk to me for?
Only wanna speak 'bout what I die and what I bleed for
Funny how I'm cunning, but I'm such a social retard
Funny how I'm cunning, but I'm such a social retard
For now, what you even speak talk to me for?
Only wanna talk 'bout what I die and what I bleed for
Funny how I'm cunning, but I'm such a social retard
Funny how I'm cunning, but I'm such a social retard
[Verse 3: Witty Rock]
Keep a cup full of the party preparations
See me, I'm regulatin' til I get my reparations
You know the expectations, but me, I'mma raise 'em higher
Please do not call me sire, it's Witty Rock to you squires
That mean sh**, my ding-a-ling spit, at your seamstress
Tell me who is flyer? I'm sh**tin' on your designer
I keep my candy bar in the gold, just like Godiva
I'm talkin bout' the Magnum, I stab her and then goodbye her
Either I'm a a**hole or one hell of a liar
I think I'm a a**hole, cause I never will misguide ya
I pencil-dive her, up in her vagina
And f** what other n***as had to say, I threw it out
[Hook: ?]
But, for now, what you even wanna talk to me for?
Only wanna speak 'bout what I die and what I bleed for
Funny how I'm cunning, but I'm such a social retard
Funny how I'm cunning, but I'm such a social retard
For now, what you even speak talk to me for?
Only wanna talk 'bout what I die and what I bleed for
Funny how I'm cunning, but I'm such a social retard
Funny how I'm cunning, but I'm such a social retard