Syringe - Yaung Emperor lyrics

Ooo that hurt, what you doin to the emperor. I cope with this little boo boo, with the scissor-up Call me petty le petty femme beau ain't even ready Gas all them up n leave em broke clingin to huggy Teddy No new missions I'm unorganized like wet spaghetti Rackin up rackin up dust n throw in ya face, like confetti Sleepin on the floor still, I don't want a f**in mill, I jus wanna f** n chill, miss me with them f**in deals Call me the antagonist, or Sir Syringe I grew on the internet so all I know is cringe If you feelin my energy, guess I take the hint Win some, lose some, feelin gruesome, cause I'm just Syringe I don't make no f**in sense just like ya livelihood Breakin everything that makes you comfortable, cause f** your hood You see all my issues in my brain but I don't think you should Try to come relate n watch yourself become misunderstood Anti-(6)-world Sheesh, I go on a rambo romper room 200 fold Ay, they can f**in get it all my magnum plastic gold Ay, I feel like a newborn, but already have a goal Whoa, Ringe on some kind of a roll, f**in around I turn trash into gold, f** all this cotton, I make it a coat Just a price, of being a goat Nah, f** it again n again I can go low n invite all her friends No more the need to go f**in pretend You got the hunger, I'm makin the ends Sheesh, I don't want no beef no more, unless I'm one that's cookin it Rethink my decisions like a lightning fraction jiffy split I don't want relations jus the p**y that I came to grip Battle scratchy ready, prettyface no need to give me lip I don't have a fit, maybe four, as I'm breakin sh** I don't think she mind if she mistaken for a shallow b**h I disrupt the function, let em hate n tell em, cuming quick See me everywhere, pray to f**in God I f**in quit You do what I do, I'll become the f**in tool Ay, Emperor antagonist, I melt the whole room