airmax 97
[Verse 1]
Got the people like
(Whoa, it’s that goddamn rookie)
Fuck radio play, last name ain’t Gooding
Same as who? Piss off, that proof lacks pudding
All a sudden inspiration found like coins from the cushions to
Put a cypher ‘gainst mine? Ya’ll shouldn’t
No appetite but mine can handle my cooking
Chew a rhyme like me, those teeth won’t make it
Scrutinize Tabby, some years get taken
Freestyle to Illmatic ‘front of Kwik Trip
Bite a sandwich dry as British humor if the shit clicks
My flow rad as little Tony’s first kick flip
Landed in the kitchen, mama going tsk tsk
"Boy you never listen," you're damn straight
No time to hear you yap on your damn tape
Only difference in the sound are these whack names
And that cover art trash as your fanbase
Found their taste at the dollar tree
Soft ass wannabes showing love by tweeting
"Please caps lock FOLLOW ME"
Same on your Insta, got me in stitches
That y’all think they won’t ditch ya
When sound start to switch up
You mainstream cats hitting snooze on awakening rude
Ass saying saber gay before getting slain by Windu
Wit unstoppable and stomping ya’ll like Monty cartoons
Balls are Mochrie bald, your follicles just caught up in youth
And yeah he’s on a roll but tell me doll is that something new?
Probably not, he’s got heads bobbing since the shocking debut
And on the sophomore putting ya’ll on pauses moi continues
To get them jaws ajar, the commas call like God in the loot
[Chorus]
Could have been bigger in the 90’s
Could have been bigger in the 90’s
Could have been bigger in the 90’s
Could have been bigger in the 90’s
Fuck a pop song, fuck the radio
You hear me though?
Fuck a pop song, fuck the radio
You hear me though?
Fuck a pop song, fuck the radio
You hear me though?
Fuck a pop song, fuck the radio
You hear me though?
Break it down now
[Verse 2]
This a blah day
Jot a hot eight on my Blahzay Blahzay
Spray the Tommy Hilfiger like a mobster on a prom date
Pass the grog, thanks, writtens getting flambéd
Chef Ramsey caught with raw plates
Handsy blonde dames phishing on the wrong page
That Insta fishy as her pussy when she squat train
But chick a dude prolly and if pervert want brain, sorry
I ain’t got the time to thot chase (Okay!)
Nothing you Do-Right, no mounty
Throwing your energy at Dudley mains hadouken blocking
I have to a write a cypher, ‘cause all these lyrics loiter
Meanwhile, whitie act all Finn like, “Can I say it, Sawyer?”
If you on the fence about it, I’m gonna drop your ass
Over there counting colors like Token with a box of crayons
Don’t fuck with your company, some shit I can’t enjoy
I’m the goat like Tumnus, y'all better split like McAvoy
"You corny" Fuck your hot take, dawg
I’m a novice 'bout to pop
Practice patience or I’ll yank that Padawan braid off
I spit like Dohvakin
You normies blast the wackest songs, kick it back
And laugh at more Harambe memes
Opponents choke like mic Khabib
Minnesota nice on beats
Masculinity so bogus homophobes keep wifing me
Miller still alive to me, hope you finally find some peace
Used to picture your critiques, and now it’s like you guide the ink
That’s kinda crazy
On that "fuck you pay me" shit
‘Nother 90’s baby sucking on nostalgia’s tits
Easily finish competition with full confidence
They got some ice, I got Baraka wrists, call it quits
I’m so feminine turn “let’s be friends” to lesbians
Y’all can’t handle that like Kyrie benched
Do my curtsy at the curtain call, no Eminem
I’m telling you
That’s no punch line that’s me scolding an elder pooch
Ain’t afraid to say I’m kinda broke
Still toss out Benjamins at sushi, kicks, and time I owe
To microphones that I don’t own. Capricorn but sign a joke
At financial low, picking pieces up like damn Bionicles
Most of hip-hop heartless now and that’s sorta scary
Luckily, beside the grossest flows I brought what Sora carries
Y'all should stay indoors I’m staying out the ordinary
I use my outside voice you comment “it’s annoying, change it”
Then I get compared to Tyler, King Ad-Rock and Danny Brown
Even though I’m flattered it’s still fuck that, this that Tabby sound
And I’m most inspired by these rappers in the limelight now
‘Cause I’m pissed they profit off of Lil’ Jon ad-lib hand-me-downs
(What?! Yeah!)
Motherfucker, I’m the chillest one to do this
Kid is Nicholson in Shining
Ooh
Why you acting like I cannot hear behind me?
Ooh, Air Max '97s drippin' ivory
[Chorus]
Could have been bigger in the 90’s
Could have been bigger in the 90’s
Could have been bigger in the 90’s
Could have been bigger in the 90’s
Fuck a pop song, fuck the radio
You hear me though?
Fuck a pop song, fuck the radio
You hear me though?
Fuck a pop song, fuck the radio
You hear me though?
Fuck a pop song, fuck the radio
You hear me though?