HeadAss lyrics

[Intro]

Old-ass nigga...

Plastic on the couch's headass

[Verse]

I don't really care about giving this nigga shine

Ain't no light that he could use, it don't make me no nevermind

Ain't nobody 'bout to hear that shit and think to click rewind

What is rapping these days? This shit need to be defined

I mean, lets start with the quality of your videos

Guess who's who, this Oovoo versus Vimeo

Blue's Clues with the verses, I got all these kids' attention

Not to mention all these niggas in your mentions 'cause they fuck with me

And this is only one percent, yeah

My nigga, that's luckily for you

Craig Mack shit, it could get really ugly for you

In reality, this ain't even really nothing new, dawg

You even got into it with Lu, dawg

Vic Mensa, Joey Purp, too, dawg

It's like it's what you do, dawg, like you reading off cue cards or somethin'

That's just an observation

Rough around the edges like you playin' Operation

Struggle bars, but don't let me break your concentration, know you need it

Know you heated 'cause the city cold to you

And you probably feel like summer, that money saved is old to you

'Cause niggas that your dumbass thought was little bros to you

Gave some cold to you and the bitch in you showed through you

And I bet this publicity gold to you

Or tell the people how you just dropped a shitty album

I could've posted the link to that shit as the cover to this song

And probably could still predict the outcome

How come if no fans then there's no projection?

A double entendre, Mick Jenk for re-election

You PMSing, all the hatred need some redirection

Still surface level, water supposed to teach you deeper lessons

I guess you just another nigga missin' it

And everyone that cosigned you, now that I mention it

Yeah, see, you was driving way, way too fast

They gassed you all the way up, now you just wasting gas

I mean, I could've retweeted the comments under every post

At this points responding to you's just doing the most

At this point I could just let it be done

But these days, I ain't been that good with holding my tongue, dawg

You can't fuck with me yet, dawg

You insane, I'm Usain, can't keep up with me at all

It's like you bolted to the floor with this shit

I'm on the 47th floor with this shit

Opening doors with this shit

On tour, nigga, turnin' down whores with this shit

You talkin' crazy, I implore you to quit

34 years, you still ain't figured it out yet

I'm way more plugged into your creative outlet

Ten years my senior, but I couldn't tell by your demeanor

At your court, serving love like a young Serena

Your take on this situation's astonishing

No one cares about irrelevant accomplishments

It doesn't even matter if you respond to this

It's been apparent that a long time ago, you lost consciousness

I'm tryna wake 'em up y'all, it's Inception

He's in limbo, I think this nigga stuck, y'all

I mean who really gives a fuck, dawg?

[Refrain]

Don't really care about giving this nigga shine

It ain't no light that he could use

It don't make me no nevermind

[Sample]

Wake up

Wake up, wake up

Wake up

Wake up

Wake up

Wake up

Wake up

Wake up

• Artist:Mick Jenkins
• Album:Single (2015)