Anti-Social - Futuristic

Please, get your cameras out my face when I’m tryna eat, I might have to chop

your fuckin' hand off

Everybody wanna ball with Zach, huh?

I ain’t talkin' Zach Randolph

I be stayin' in the crib, I be eatin' good, watchin' TV like a grandpa

Everybody wanna battle, I don’t feel like rappers, swear that I’m too grown for

a motherfuckin' standoff

Yo, leave me alone, boy, I’m in my zone, give me the throne, nigga,

watch your tone

And everything I got I made it happen on my own, from the corner store to a

rolling stone, now I’m makin' Lisa moan

And I don’t like to conversate with anybody, tryna make it through the lobby to

the whip, I got shit to do

I’m by myself or I’m with the crew, do a show, take a ho then hit the room, boom

I don’t fuck with you, I don’t fuck with you

I don’t fuck with you, I don’t fuck with you

Sorry if I’m anti-social, I’m anti-social

Forgive me if I’m anti-social, I’m anti-social

Price on my head like a Bible in the game, honestly, I just been trying to

refrain

From killing all of these niggas that’s been drivin' in my lane

Tellin' stories on my name like the novel is gonna change

Obsessing over me is driving you insane and the lies that you have claimed will

arise on a different day

And when the truth hits the lens, I’m already flying away

Just to get a call to hear someone apologize for the fake, ugh

I keep it real like my first name B, they tryna take shots at me like my first

name G

That’s a Hardball reference, I was only ten, snuck in to the theaters like, «This shit PG-13?»

In the road by myself, nobody close to the kid, I’m like a soda,

I’m exploding when you open the lid

You wanna beef?

This is close as it gets, I don’t mention phony niggas, homie,

you already know what it is, I’m gone

I don’t fuck with you, I don’t fuck with you

I don’t fuck with you, I don’t fuck with you

Sorry if I’m anti-social, I’m anti-social

Forgive me if I’m anti-social, I’m anti-social

I been through a lot, when you make money you do a lot, ten years climbing to

the top

Everybody steady hating, tryna drag you down to lose your spot, I got a record

from them stupid cops

A mixed kid but my pigment is strictly nigga, when they see me they don’t think

that our mamas is prolly friends

Racism is still alive and it’s breathing but we keep it in the closet like the

child called it, uh

Loose lips is bigger than Jigga’s, a secret never sacred when you’re making

figures

Them same homies that was banging with you, would trade your friendship to the

press to have you framed and leave you hanging up just like a picture

And women thirsty need a pitcher full of water, if I hit it and her nigga

tripping, it’s gon' be a problem

If you step up to me, I might have to throw like Randy Johnson 'til he’s

unresponsive, I prolly shouldn’t be out this often, I’m gone

I don’t fuck with you, I don’t fuck with you

I don’t fuck with you, I don’t fuck with you

I don’t fuck with you, I don’t fuck with you

I don’t fuck with you, I don’t fuck with you

I don’t fuck with you, I don’t fuck with you

I don’t fuck with you, I don’t fuck with you

Sorry if I’m anti-social, I’m anti-social

Forgive me if I’m anti-social, I’m anti-social

I don’t fuck with you, I don’t fuck with you