Rice4eveR - I told eerrybody

I told everybody I was finna quit
But look, I'm a fuck a lied
I told them I was finna quit
Like, psych, you're muthafuckin' mind

I told them I was finna quit
But look, I'm a fuck a lied
I told everybody I was finna quit
Yeah, right! I'm right back like PSYCH!

Really was finna quit rappin' Yeah, bruh
Life was a little rough, been a tough year bruh
But what was I thinkin', why stop?!
Could you imagine a world with no Spike Lee?
No Michael Jordan? No Ice T?

Not an Ice Cube, Nor a Dr. Dre?
And no Rice4eveR? That's no good!
No Bueno, like dude from Sac. Finna bring it back
All caps, yellin' at yo ass! Bringin' backpack back

Motherfucker, I was raw in 2012
Yep, a decade later still bringin' em hell
There's still the bootsie-ass haters
That want me to fail
Or fuck up my side hustle
And throw me under the jail... But never that

I'm finna stack then hit the Dougie dance on ya
Stack loot and turf hop up to Montclair, California
Tryna elevate my class and get a cute spouse
Exit 22B towards the house! Yeah, yeah!

I told everybody I was finna quit
But look, I'm a fuck a lied
I told them I was finna quit
Like, psych, you're muthafuckin' mind

I told them I was finna quit
But look, I'm a fuck a lied
I told everybody I was finna quit
Yeah, right! I'm right back like PSYCH!

I heard that new *BLANK*... I was like fuck rap!
I'm done... You can have this shit back!
Everybody auto-tuning A-sharp
Everybody doin' it. Can tolerate one or two doin' it
But everybody ruinin' it

The same formula, same flavor, same fuckin' face
You should go to court and change your name
To copy and paste!
Change that punk shit to Kinko's copycat, bitch
Your new name is Xerox! Like, back in the day

There was like 900 Tupacs
Bandanas on everybody's scalp
That bitch-ass shit got played out! And then
California Love Dropped... Records got broken
Sold a million copies off us
Soundin' like Oakland

Biting on our nuts, blood... That shit so fake
Fast forward to now
Everybody sound like Drake
An OG vet like me do this here in one take
You niggas dumb... Dunk nuts in ya face!

I told everybody I was finna quit
But look, I'm a fuck a lied
I told them I was finna quit
Like, psych, you're muthafuckin' mind

I told them I was finna quit
But look, I'm a fuck a lied
I told everybody I was finna quit
Yeah, right! I'm right back like PSYCH!

Roddy Ricch got the game on lock right now
For that new sound
But everybody else should sit down
Please, I'll pay you a salary to shut the fuck up
Uhh, you, Spotify, and iTunes need a tune-up

That algorithm that suggests
What they think is best for you to listen to next
That algo need a tune-up
I play one of you corny fucks
The app starts pumping out
A gang of muthafuckas that sound like that
It's disgusting!

A trip, you can get famous off of whack shit
Distro Kid fucked up, They vet nothin'
Gave the average Joe A platform
To lay down somethin'
A couple of kids make some dances
To that dumb shit
And now your whole career's on stubby

No! I'm here to tell you that's the joke
That's why you get ten million views
And still broke
I get a hundred thousand views
And my shows are packed
Stacking racks! Got merch in the back

I told everybody I was finna quit
But look, I'm a fuck a lied
I told them I was finna quit
Like, psych, you're muthafuckin' mind

I told them I was finna quit
But look, I'm a fuck a lied
I told everybody I was finna quit
Yeah, right! I'm right back like PSYCH!

Written by:
R. Brough

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