Текст Merkules – Plug Walk Remix (Rich The Kid)

I don’t wanna hear about the plug walk
I ain’t with the drug talk
I’m too busy trynna get this money, motherfucker
I’ll be ready when they’ll jump off

Really though, these little kids are just pitiful
My shit will hit ’em quicker than drinking while eating edibles
I’m the centerfold of lyricism, you bet I’m dope
I’m flying so high in the sky that you need a telescope
Whoa, now
Merky on some maddest shit
Handsome motherfucker even though I look like Pickle Rick
I’m militant, I pillage these illegitimate lyricists
I battle in the mirror and I fear that I need a therapist
I got these issues that I can’t solve
I’ve been going crazy, sniffing lines of bath salts off my passport
See, I’ve been shooting but I can’t score
Cause everyone I thought was loyal just bounced like the backboard
These rap dogs want a piece of me, hmm
They never used to, now they love cause they see I got views

Fuck a plug walk
I ain’t with the drug talk
I’m too busy trynna get this money, motherfucker
I’ll be ready when they’ll jump off
Y’all as sweet as plum sauce
Heart still cold when it’s sunny, motherfucker
If they hatin’ then it’s their fault
I got better shit to do right now
Better watch what you sayin’ and be careful
If they wanna, we can solve it right now
I’ve been working hard, I’ve been doing okay
I’m ready for anything to come my way
I’ve been working hard, I’ve been doing okay
I’m ready for anything to come my way
Come my way

So hate or love me, I’m making money like Jay Puffy
Ain’t it funny, I’m in the net like I’m playing rugby
They’re praying for me like Kim K when the yay get naughty
I weight at roughly 360 cause these rappers make me hungry
Like Justin I’m Canadian and that’s true dope
But really take a look at the state where you in and this is brutal
Real rap, so they play my shit at the group, holmes
Fuck it, I’ma live with the aliens out in crudo
Cause no one’s really trynna bug me up there
Just bring the weed and the tequila and I’m fucking prepared
I’ll face the world all at ones, only suckas get scared
I got ’em madder than your shorty when you nut in her hair
Oopps
Merk, relax, kids might be listening
Word, that’s facts
But this ain’t your business
My shit gas, y’all eat break frontin’
Tell slaughterhouse I got enough bars to replace buttons
So you trippin’ if you thinkin’ you could actually compete with me
I don’t battle rappers, I’m still battling obesity
Half these cats rappin’ are wack, so give the beat to me
It’s me, myself and I, that shit’s a feast for three