Dumb (feat. Boogie)

Lyrics

Yeah, we don't wanna do anything to scare your children
 That's the last thing we wanna do
 (Dumb, dumb!)
 ♪
 I'm no longer a prospect
 I'm what you call a veteran, a legend man, I'm a prophet (huh)
 You ain't no artist, you're what I would call a concept
 Made to inspire gossip like Shade Room or like Bossip
 Welcome to the Grammy's where your likeness is used
 For promos, hypeness and views, okay, I hope that you knowing
 That if you voted, you might as well not voted for no one
 They knew when they made that category where that trophy was goin'
 All this industry shit is (dumb) there ain't no middle class
 Raise yo glass, here's to classism
 Either you a rich ass nigga or you's a bum, there ain't no in between
 Sinners sell they souls, angels sell they halos and they wings
 I had dreams of fuckin' a R&B chick
 Then I found out that R&B chick already had a dick
 Already slept with your favorite rapper, (are-int) we sick
 You start as a artist and turn to alcoholic and quit
 This shit is (dumb) man I wish I would let a nerd
 Who work at Interscope in a coat by Kenneth Cole
 Consult me about my image bro
 I'm the best rapper out this bitch,
 Except the only catch is that I'm in this hoe
 Oh (dumb)
 They so dumb (so dumb)
 And nothing that they do is slow
 They so dumb (so dumb, yeah yeah yeah)
 Oh (dumb)
 They so dumb (so dumb, so dumb)
 Think they foolin' me or you
 They so dumb (they so dumb, so dumb)
 Let's bring the punches back
 You see them fake woke niggas that had to come to that, mm
 I love promoting, elevation and a space that all my brothers at
 And while I'm lying, I be turned up to these mumble raps
 Watch who you coming at, don't be (dumb) uh
 This where Confucius started thugging that, uh
 This Metro Boomin mixed with Thundercat, uh
 That's where my niggas gain they muscle at, uh
 Somebody eating off your plate, how you gon' stomach that?
 Cause of that, all my niggas is (dumb) like how we get to this here?
 Man I turn basic into intricate, I kill you with my simple shit
 No tweetin' when we kickin' it, don't tell me what you finna get
 Silly you could drown without a membership
 Watch who you swimmin' with, it's ten of us riding up on the city bus
 Sittin' here tryin' hit for the scripture like it's Leviticus
 Tackling reality, praying that it don't injure us, uh
 I love my niggas but it's really us
 When we gon' notice that we so-?
 Look at what you've done
 Messin' with my faith, yes
 You think that I'm so dumb, no
 I won't be the one (I won't)
 Bullets from your tongue
 Shooting round my way
 Tryna kill me off for fun, no
 I won't be the one
 Look at what you've done
 Messin' with my faith, yes
 You think that I'm so dumb, no
 I won't be the one (I won't)
 Bullets from your tongue
 Shooting round my way
 Tryna kill me off for fun, no
 I won't be the one (dumb)
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:06
Key
1
Tempo
172 BPM

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