Tom MacDonald - Helluvit lyrics

They try to tell me I should dumb it down Say you’re too conscious for the fans to feel you Try to tell me I should calm it down If you fight the system, they gon’ try to k** you They try to tell me that I’m too sad And it isn’t healthy, b***h I knew that I’m just doing me and if you don’t agree I don’t owe you s**t, and that is too bad I’ve fired shots at all the mumble rappers And they try to say I’m not a humble rapper So I tell ’em I’m not like these other rappers And they try to say I’m just another rapper I guess there’s no pleasing y’all If the record has meaning, you don’t leave it on But you stream all the songs that repeat the same s**t About p***y, and Xanax, and liquor and d** I could have a seizure like Wayne I could just go OD like Peep I could just go crazy like ‘Ye I could just get locked up like Meek Repeat the same thing, using stupid slang Yelling Gucci Gang on every flame beat Or I could be me, at least I can breathe At least I can sleep Knowing that I never sold myself for money or a dream These rappers all coked out They just mumble lots, they got broke mouths They got ten chains and got no house They got twenty h**s, and got no spouse Smart rappers don’t drink lean That’s kid s**t, we ain’t sixteen If you got a problem, I welcome it I’ll be doing me for the helluvit. For the helluvit For the helluvit They said to go to hell So I packed my s**t and went with it Little did they know that they put me in my element I’m fire to the bone, now diamonds in my skeleton I’m finally in my zone, doing me, for the helluvit For the helluvit. They try to tell me to ignore the haters You gon’ get revenge when you’re successful later They try to tell me I should not respond And I should write a song and put it all on paper They try to tell me I’m the bigger man If I’m not underhanded when I write ’em back And I try to tell them it’s impossible Thousands of people a day have been sayin’ I’m wack I try to tell ’em that it’s complicated I could write a novel about getting faded But the conscious fans are gonna f**in’ hate it And the wavy kids are gonna love to play it So I write a song that’s got a message in it And the wavy kids are saying it’s pathetic But the conscious fans think it’s awesome, man They comment like, man, I really get it So what the f**k do y’all want? I could have a seizure like Wayne I could just go OD like Peep I could just go crazy like ‘Ye I could just get locked up like Meek I could just go sell out like Jay I could just stay real like Khalid I could just get money like Drake Or I could just say that I’m done playing games And get famous and know that I always stayed me So go ahead and bump the mumble rap Don’t boycott it, just understand If you eat at McDonald’s, you’re gonna get fat If you listen to garbage, your head fills with trash Get drunk at the club, and spend all your money ‘Cuz rappers have told you it makes you somebody Then comment on this with your jealous s**t I’ll be doing me, for the helluvit. For the helluvit For the helluvit They said to go to hell So I packed my s**t and went with it Little did they know that they put me in my element I’m fire to the bone, now diamonds in my skeleton I’m finally in my zone, doing me, for the helluvit For the helluvittt.