Lyrics

S.E.L.F M.A.D.E & Wulfpack Productions
Mutha fuckas
2025
Yall ain't ready for
This shit
Let's get it
Let's get it
Get it
Get it
I'm bout to switch it
Mix it, twist it up
I'm sick of all the critics Telling me to quit
Who can't admit they Listen to my stuff
Become addicted
I must say it's unrealistic But to be specific
I'm the one who's real
And yes
The stuff I spit is sick
Guess I'm kinda cryptic
Just a misfit
But the best gifted Linguistic, artistic mind You'll find
Unless you missed it
Guess I'm kinda cryptic
Just a misfit
But the best gifted Linguistic, artistic mind
You'll find
Unless you missed it
I'm bout to switch it
Mix it, twist it up
I'm sick of all the critics Telling me to quit
Who can't admit they Listen to my stuff
Become addicted
I must say it's unrealistic But to be specific
I'm the one who's real
And yes
The stuff I spit is sick
I'm bout to switch it
Mix it, twist it up
I'm sick of all the critics Telling me to quit
Who can't admit they Listen to my stuff
Become addicted
I must say it's unrealistic But to be specific
I'm the one who's real
And yes
The stuff I spit is sick
Just because my lyrics
Are complex
And I'm direct
You can't deny
That what you're hearing Isn't projecting
Some effect
Am I correct?
It's almost like a reflex Leading to what's next Increasing every second That you're breathing
Heart's beating
Out your chest
You start to sweat
You're heating up
Repeating everything
I said
You keep on seeking
For a meaning
Tryna comprehend
But in the end
You come up short
Decide to give it a rest
Yet it's driving you
To do something that
You might just regret
So instead, you start Pursuing different ways To go about this
Cause my art has you Completely consumed
I'd say surrounded
By the way you're smart
But the meaning
Still haven't found it
I guarantee you'll
Find a way
It's safe to say
I have you bounded
It's okay
Your brain can't explain The things that I create
You tried more than most This is why the critics
Go insane
There's no debate
They can't procreate
So they throw the blame And hate to me
Atleast they know
My fucking name
It's DoubleGs bitch
I'm bout to switch it
Mix it, twist it up
I'm sick of all the critics Telling me to quit
Who can't admit they Listen to my stuff
Become addicted
I must say it's unrealistic But to be specific
I'm the one who's real
And yes
The stuff I spit is sick
I'm bout to switch it
Mix it, twist it up
I'm sick of all the critics Telling me to quit
Who can't admit they Listen to my stuff
Become addicted
I must say it's unrealistic But to be specific
I'm the one who's real
And yes
The stuff I spit is sick
The stuff I spit is sick
But my critics
Say it isn't
I say tough shit
Did I fucking ask for
Your opinion?
Okay, I didn't, hey
Here's a quick tip
Don't listen
I know they're mad
Cause they can't Comprehend the shit
I'm spitting
Bunch of bitches
I recommend
Something more fitting
Like Cardi B, 6ix9ine
Or Lil' Kim for instance
See where I'm getting? There's a ton more
I can keep listing
Whatever I need to
Get the critics off
My dick and in
The distance
At all costs
I'm not quitting
I can guarantee that
That's a given
Y'all thought you were Getting rid of me Ha
Are you kidding?
I'm just beginning
To start in regards to
The stuff you argued
Was garbage
Who are you?
I recommend
Something more fitting
Like Cardi B, 6ix9ine
Or Lil' Kim for instance
See where I'm getting?
I say tough shit
Did I fucking ask
For your opinion?
Okay, I didn't, hey
Here's a quick tip
Don't listen
(Bunch of bitches)
I'm bout to switch it
Mix it, twist it up
I'm sick of all the critics Telling me to quit
Who can't admit they Listen to my stuff
Become addicted
I must say it's unrealistic But to be specific
I'm the one who's real
And yes
The stuff I spit is sick
I'm bout to switch it
Mix it, twist it up
I'm sick of all the critics Telling me to quit
Who can't admit they Listen to my stuff
Become addicted
I must say it's unrealistic But to be specific
I'm the one who's real
And yes
The stuff I spit is sick
Guess I'm kinda cryptic
Just a misfit
But the best gifted Linguistic, artistic mind You'll find
Unless you missed it
Guess I'm kinda cryptic
Just a misfit
But the best gifted Linguistic, artistic mind
You'll find
Unless you missed it
Unless you missed it
Unless you missed it
Written by: Gary Combs Jr
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