Kinda Mad Kinda Not Songtext
von iAmJakeHill

Hi

Still been working at my same job
White Chevy and I′ll never get a paint job
Keep the .38 locked in the glove box
Wanna try me? We can rock with the gloves on
'Cause I never wanna fight nobody
′Cause I got no money for the med bills
Ilya philly be shootin' at 'em with them med skill
After something bigger than a dream, took a red pill
Bitches never get back with me
But I send a text still


Lightweight, two shots to the face, dead
Got no commas in my bank but I chase bread
First blood in my lane so I stay fed
You only care about the game, what my ex said
Now you wanna hit me up, you see me comin up
Like I ain′t see that shit you′re pulling
Bitch, you know I'll call your bluff
But, all I need is my day ones
I′ve known 'em for two months
I swear if I make it, I won′t forget what i came from

I started from nothing, I'm talking literally nothing
I haven′t seen a label yet but I can feel it, its coming
I got a pill in my stomach for when I'm scaling the summit
I'm shaking thinking about it, never thought of what I′m becoming

I hate my old self
Never thought of anybody but my own self
But who am I kidding, fuck everybody else
Like they in my business like they providing help
Like Storyful, fuck you, my shit is my own shit
I see you looking at me tryna get in my profit
Don′t need your shitty promo cause I promise I got this
Don't got that much exposure but I′m never gon stop this
So suck on my cock, bitch


Uh... speaking of exposure
Aye Lil Dicky
Tryna see if you wanna get with me
Not in a gay way but maybe we can kick it
Talk about our cities and the shit that we been gettin in
Tryna do the funny rap and havin' trouble fitting in
I don′t got bitches and I don't got hoes
But maybe we can pull em if we ever did a show
And take em back to the hotel and make us some rotel
And take em to the bus and maybe get us some road tail

Can never top the level of the cleverness of your analogies
I only made it to eleventh grade, I hate it
But I′m proud of me
Vocabulary ain't the greatest, but i make it seem to be
I'd say we could get faded, but I stopped the weed
Anxiety took over me
You lying, don′t get close to me
I′m trying to be something more than what I'm meant to be
My heart staying empty, but I′m staying busy
I keep my brain occupied, several identities
(Uh several identities as in Jake Hill, DjBootyButt, and Lil Pinecone)
Yeah

Bitch, I've been living low
Motherfuckers wanna see me choke
I′m the motherfucker with the all black soul
Never come and see me when I'm only down the road
See me comin up and now you wanna be my bro
You know how it goes when you′re making moves
Tryna get it from my city, what I got to lose
But I'm pretty confident in my ability to really see
Who really there for me and wanna see me make it in the industry
My enemies befriending me, it's clear to me
That entities have entered me, to show exactly what I′m meant to be
I put the past behind me ′cause I'm headed towards my destiny
I′m picking up the pieces, I can't seem to find the rest of me

But maybe this is best for me
All the negative shit that′s going on around me was a test to me
I'm on a mission and I′m feigning for it desperately
I try to word it best I can to make it sound respectfully
But fuck approval, I don't want a partnership
I'll just refuse ′em, they spark an interest in me
I just shut them down, defuse ′em
I kept my marbles in a jar, but I just seem to lose 'em
My haters are like heroin, I just abuse ′em