Not A Hobby

They don't see us
They don't read us
They don't treat us like
Human beings, inauthentic leaders, they are so capricious
False allegiance, you don't represent the region you inhabit
It's a habit of these cultish heathens
For the weekend
I'm a beach bum, I am leaving, totally retreating
Need a reprieve for the fucking season
We hate the way that you season mince meat
Just to make it more appealing
No one feels it

I'm saying fuck you if you ain't hop on this train
There'll be a sloppy exchange if you don't crown me the king
My style will be ubiquitous, you will not be the same
Stick to your fucking lane

Yeah we live in this bitch
Said we live in this bitch
Yo I'm tryna eat
You won't deprive me of this
All these artists on that motherfucking lobbyist shit
'Bout to finish what I started
This ain't no hobby
Yeah we live in this bitch
Said we live in this bitch
Yo I'm tryna eat
You won't deprive me of this
All these artists on that motherfucking lobbyist shit
'Bout to finish what I started
It's not a hobby

You're 'bout as pugnacious as a small pug
Face it, you're a Yorkshire Terrier
And I'm from New York, I'll bury ya
The more the merrier in regards to the people perishing
Trying to break my barrier
My character
Strong as fuck, contemporaries weak
They long for luck
They working for a week then they want the bang for their buck
I ain't even catch a Z, and all I made was some dust motherfucker
From dawn 'till dusk, I must trust in the process
The last song a bust, weighed on my conscience
People show me no love, I swore that I got them
But asking for it back is a false fucking concept
Purportedly, I'm with hyperbole and rhetoric
I'm all about that sorta speak, hang with the disorderly
Speak of our disorders and our out of order lives at home
And build a nice rapport that will affect us comorbidly

I put a lot of coin in this remorse machine
I ain't get nothing back
Bad Kid, GOOD City