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Yeah I never used to give about the cash till I started making merch money And to be honest I still couldn't give a crap, doesn't matter cause I'm still making merch money My girlfriend's car just got smashed up, guess we'll buy a new one with that merch money Probably gonna buy a house with that merch money Merch money, yeah, merch money Yeah, I'll be taking off in ten Got em hooked on every line, I think I baited them again I wanna be the illest rapper in Australia But then cop a Mercedes with a Benz and then I'll race it with my friends Yeah I've been a little lazy, they're impatient cause I guess I got complacent Think I made it then I'm making it again I won't change out for hater, I ain't catering to them The page is running out of space cause I'm an alien, I blame it on the pen I ain't famous, I ain't making lots of bread Fuck the money they can pay me some respect, man I'm Satan in the flesh Think I'm waking up, I'm raising up the dead Making something of myself then I'm making up the rest Either way I get creative, some will rate me as the best Some will rate me as a flop, some will rate me as a threat Some will rate me as a problem, at this rate I could be dead If you only get one shot I'm aiming for your head Yeah, 'cause I'm killing the scene Sometimes I have to pinch myself as if it isn't a dream Because I did it myself, spitting sick as a teen Letras de cancionesTryna find a punchline that could fit in the scheme Then tryna find a flow pattern in the rhythm and beat It's so intricate, you couldn't stick a pin inbetween I'll make it history, I'm winning like [?], it hits different I mean, it hits different when you listen to me Yeah, back in school kids were picking on me Yeah the same kids listen to the shit I release Then hit me up like "Brah, you be killing it G" As if I wouldn't remember all of the shit they would speak As if I wouldn't remember what they all did to make me pissed off and leave Now they get jealous of the shit I've achieved I don't wanna be the king, that's not fitting for me 'cause I'm the GOAT You know it hits different, I've been living a dream Yeah, look up 'Sick Cunt' in the dictionary And I'll bet you'll see a picture of me Description, it reads; "Illest lyricist to ever spit on a beat" End quote, then just rinse and repeat Rinse and repeat, I-I-I-I ain't missing a beat Call me David Blaine, always got a trick up my sleeve I hiccup and sneeze, it's so sick I'm like a riddled withered disease We ain't the same motherfucker, I got triple the steez Yeah, they're here the beep Then they're prolly gonna think I'm tryna write a hit song I ain't even trying, still I heard that I'm going viral on TikTok Really cunt I couldn't give a shit, dog Mainly I've been pissed off, more pissed off than a mix of Greeley and Mitchos I got some screws loose so never compare me to Rick Ross Every box is getting ticked off And to think they were counting me out but now I'm rich off it Yeah I never used to give about the cash till I started making merch money And to be honest I still couldn't give a crap, doesn't matter cause I'm still making merch money My girlfriend's car just got smashed up, guess we'll buy a new one with that merch money Probably gonna buy a house with that merch money Merch money, yeah, merch money From Letras Mania