Weak Shit - Isaiah Rashad

Look at how I’m riding in my bucket, I be cooling

95 degrees, no A/C, but I be cooling

No exaggeration, fucking bitches, I be doing

My pockets hella empty, but these bitches steady choosing

To this pimping, I’m a student, I need a job

This rap ain’t paying bills, okay, blame it on Rashad

I get all in my feelings gather, blame it all on God

But see that ain’t the lesson that was taught up from my mom

I be that Pretty Nigga Flacko — fuck that shit, fuck that bitch

See that shit don’t make no sense, he ain’t even gotta lisp

It’s so many fuck rappers, I can’t even make a diss

It’s so many fuck niggas, ain’t no need to make a list

And tell my momma I’ll be straight, all I need is dutches

Swishers, hide my insecurity, crowded by a bunch of niggas

They just don’t be hearing me, you gon' start comparing me

Diamond in the rough, suck my dick, you’ll see the clarity

Later I won’t, won’t be this same mothafucka

As soon as I get on, one insane mothafucka

I guess all them concussions, rattled brain mothafucka

And we don’t wanna hear that weak shit, but you love it

I be high all in public, see sobriety’s a struggle

They pay they bills hating, see, denying me’s a hustle

I been drinking, I been drinking

See the fly in me, I’m buzzing (That weak shit)

Look at how I’m riding in my bucket, I be cooling

95 degrees, no A/C, but I be cooling

No exaggeration, fucking bitches, I be doing

My pockets hella empty, but these bitches steady choosing