Please Shut The F-ck Up! by Gerald Walker
[Verse 1:]
Gerald, why you take so long, is that gold watch fake?
You sound like J. Cole, why you always bite Drake?
When we 'bout to go out, why you always late?
And why you always writin' songs that I can't even
relate to?
Why not talk about weed? Why not talk about pills?
Why you try to spit the gospel, man, that shit got no
appeal
When nobody tryna listen, nobody pay attention
You needa switch ya style in the booth while you
spittin'
Why you aim to be humble, why you ain't with the
braggin'
Grannie love me, but she ask why my pants always
saggin'
Why you goin' shopping when you know you got bills?
You must think you superbad. Do you think you Jonah
Hill?
Do you think you Jason Shwartzman? I should hold my
breath
'Cause I swear the shit you on gotta nigga 'Bored To
Death"
Why the fuck you claim the Mil? Don't you know that
city suck?
And why you faithful to that girl when all these
bitches down to fuck?
Now my nigga alright (said my nigga alright)
It's cool (it's cool, it's cool)
I'm a do me (look, I'm a keep doin' me)
I suggest you do you (dog, just keep doin' you bruh)
Everybody love to judge (everybody love to judge
Everything that you do (every small thing you do)
But let me do me ('cause I could really care less
about)
The shit that you do (please do me a favor)
Oh, shut the fuck up
[Verse 2:]
Why you tryna be Taylor'd? You could never be 'em
Why you give God the credit? Dog, I know you never seen
'em
Why the hell you pay tithes? You don't even go to
church
Don't understand why you winning, heard ya CD, it was
dirt
I heard Cardo and Sledgren were tryna make you hits
But half the beats on On Your Side was off them niggas
Soundclick
Page
And I ain't tryna hate, but other people are the reason
why you winnin' at this rate
Don't you mess with Jonny Shipes?
Don't you fuck with Scooter Bruan
Swear the only reason why you gettin' shows is Sascha
Stone
Man, how come you never call? Why you always on the go?
And if you buzzin', why you followers on Twitter so
low?
How the fuck you stay happy, dog, you ain't got a dime
And when yo niece got killed, why the hell you ain't
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