Stench

You couldn't tell me shit you don't get like this

I took the pressure and the doubt and I made it a hit

And to these fake motherfuckers, dedicate this to them

This is really who I am I don't gotta pretend

I'm a damn scumbag walk around with a stench

And I'm not talking bud, nah I'm talking sweat

I've had my eyes on the plan since I thought of revenge

I got a whole nother world in the palm of my hand

And I wanna speak my mind just a little real quick

To that stupid fuck tryna hold me down in the shit

You could never rock out on a song like this

You could never get by without pulling those tricks

I could tell you a thing or two about business

I get streams in my sleep that's called passive

Look, you create salad I create music

Everybody hearing this tell me who's stupid

Might not make scents say it with my chest though

I'm about to go, "Not quite my tempo"

Got my head poked right out the window

Bass knocks snow off the tops of light posts

I'm in Jersey I come from the gutter

How come my whole damn town goes to Rutgers?

I'm in Jersey got cut off by a trucker

Now I gotta burn rubber, see ya sucker

I'mma say it one time, quite frankly I'm tryna catch air on the tracks by Pantry

Or maybe Whitehead that's my plan b

I'mma put my head in the air like candy

That's my takeoff, haven't thought a landing

All I gotta know Guilty my branding

When the smoke clears I'm still standing

This is my kitchen in hell like Ramsey