Tough Tits

Yo, my shit is the shit, your shit is just shit
You ain’t as good as me, man, tough tits (Gumption!)
It’s funny how they focus on cash
Well, I don’t need money to be dope at my craft
Yo, I’m the so proper, low profit, poor-postured, punk kid
The tongue-twisted, hung different, fun kicking, drunk idiot
The blunt twisting, always on some dumb shit
Dirty dishes always left in the sink, Forest Gumption
I’m a greasy bum but somehow my chick is still dumb thick
Yo, your chick is just dumb, really, that’s it
Rappers claim they run shit just to get debunked quick
Matter fact, you go down capping like a sunk ship
I leave 'em on the Ocean floor like they snorkeling
There’s this crack in the surfac like a swordfish’s dorsal fin
Or any porpoises, I’m just getting my ndorphins
And my whole style enormous like the world’s oldest tortoises
You know how Forest is, broke as shit and less-fortunate
Fucking lately, I’ve been stressed about all sorts of shit
The price of living has become so exorbitant
I can’t even afford a whole beat, yo, I’m sorry kids
Even without a beat, can’t ignore I’m dope
I’m a good old country boy like
I’ve been tight on mics since before they had cordless phones
I got a nice white girl at home like Norah Jones
In my bank account, there’s absolutely no commas
I’m in the street begging for change, «Oh, bummer!»
A fucking bum, yo, I’m tight as the blunt’s rolled
I’m dumb-broke, ya done know, I fill it with bunk though, hey
And when it comes to flows, I got a bunch of those
Your girl gave me dome and then wen’t home in my scrunchy, yo
I’m fucking with you, I’m not cheating on my girl, fam
Especially not with your busted ass girlfriend
And you can’t even flow, Pearl Jam
Pipe down, put the mic down
No, really, I mean right now
I’m all in, my shots falling like
You ain’t balling, RM, Danny Green
I write flows that are ice cold, I need anti-freeze
Kill the game with my eyes closed and I can’t even see
Still beat MCs with this dirty ass stank and steez
Serving beef like a bacon weave, double steak and cheese
Take your seat, as this point rap is just too easy
I keep her sleazy, smoke your whole crew, GG’s
Rappers ain’t sick and they always on the same shit
and so I make 'em rage quit
You’ll never see me rocking designer jeans
I’m so fluid on the beat they call me non-binary
So many white girls at my show, shit look like a winery
That’s fine with me, Three and me been building a dynasty
Yo, my shit is the shit, your shit is just shit
You ain’t as good as me, man, tough tits (Gumption!)
It’s funny how they focus on cash
Well, I don’t need money to be dope at my craft
Yo, my shit is the shit, your shit is just shit
You ain’t as good as me, man, tough tits (Gumption!)
It’s funny how they focus on cash
Well, I don’t need money to be dope at my craft