Dropout Kings & Hacktivist and Dropout Kings - I Ain't Depressed

Get gone get gone get gone get gone
Look at em, look at em, look at em
I won’t forgive you, fuck that shit
I’m lookin at your picture, now it makes me sick
I hate your motherfuckin’ guts and let it show
Wear my motherfuckin’ heart out on my sleeve now so you know
I’ll cut a bitch quick if she gets on my nerves
Kill your god, burn your town, bet my bond is my word
They say hey you’ll be okay, but I crash and I swerve
Rolling up with these mutilated fingertips
Bitch I ain’t depressed
Yeah motherfucker I’ll admit it that I’m stressed
But I’m a boss, I’m a beast like l'm the best
I’m bout to put all this other shit to rest
Just gotta tell myself that I ain’t that depressed
When you’re coming up tryna make a name
Mothafuckas get ya caught up in the game
But when you get the money and ya got the fame
Your life can never even be the fucking same
I don’t really give a fuck about the cash or bling
Came up from the gutter think I’m not gonna swing
Internet gangsters trying to get underneath my skin
I got punchlines and I’ll aim for ya chin
Yea I get stressed but I ain’t depressed
Play another fest get it all off my chest
Niggas wanna test
Ready for the beef to commence
Come to ya ends in a bullet proof vest
No whip pull up on a black BMX
Now these pricks all wanna make amends
Know about my gang from da east to the west
Fuck boy u don’t wanna see me vex
Look at them swinging their fists
Fights in the mosh pit making a mess
Front line reciting lyrics
I wrote down at my desk
I don't do this on purpose
Cannot resist
What did I do to deserve this
Glorious gift
I thank you, yes you
For giving me the, power needed to
Defeat this beast with his hands around my neck
I grab his horns and I rip them out his head
Yeah I get stressed but no way
Bitch I ain’t depressed
Yeah motherfucker I’ll admit it that I’m stressed
But I’m a boss, I’m a beast like l'm the best
I’m bout to put all this other shit to rest
Just gotta tell myself that I ain’t that depressed
When you’re coming up tryna make a name
Mothafuckas get ya caught up in the game
But when you get the money and ya got the fame
Your life can never even be the fucking same
Not giving up, I’ll hunt you down, this my revenge and shit
You been a fake, you brought me down, claiming you fixin shit
Say your sorry, hate me no more, you wanna kill this shit
But I don’t feel that shit, not even a little bit
DOK turnt in this motherfucker
We back, big dick swaggin, nuts still hangin
And I’m feeling like a super saiyan, you feel me
Watch your bitch before she gets snatched up
Bitch I ain’t depressed
Yeah motherfucker I’ll admit it that I’m stressed
But I’m a boss, I’m a beast like l'm the best
I’m bout to put all this other shit to rest
Just gotta tell myself that I ain’t that depressed
When you’re coming up tryna make a name
Mothafuckas get ya caught up in the game
But when you get the money and ya got the fame
Your life can never even be the fucking same
Look at the crowd, look at it
Look at the style, look at it
Look at the clout, look at it
Look at me now, look at em
Look at the moves, look at em
Look at dem boys, look at em
Look at em now, look at em
Look at em, look at em, look at em
Get gone get gone get gone get gone
Look at em, look at em, look at em

Written by:
Adam Ramey, Jermaine Hurley, Jot McNamee, William Lauderdale

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave

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