BIG LAX - demigod! Lyrics

Yeah
BIG LAX yeah
Niggas always gon' hate when they observe you
Say they learn you, then they curse you
Third strike don't hit like the first two
Make it back from this and you'll learn too
Trying to ball, like gerbils
It's smack down, paid per view
I was working past curfew
Keep pushing, might hurt you
Owned masters, can't serve you
Work for you? You gotta work too
It's my life, my words too
Don't talk to my bitch she'll curve you
Question every day like Phineas and Ferb do
Why did shit all go left what I learn too
I was 16, uh-huh, like a verse too
No one on the team, uh-huh, just yours truly
Still learning every day even though I dropped out
Niggas winning pay to play I think that's a cop-out
But at the end of the day, it's all about amounts
Niggas who came from the dirt never get the mud out
I got dreams I gotta see
I'm behind because of me
Throwing stones
I been weak
Hercules, Hercules
I got dreams I gotta see
Hope the gods are choosing me
I'll fight it all
Shit ain't sweet
Hercules, Hercules
Before you up, they don't give a damn
Ugly niggas become handsome
Shit real rough on the other hand
You fall off then you turn phantom
Sometimes I feel like half a man
Other half waiting when I turn up
I don't wanna be a star cause they burn up
Put in work but I can't get worked up
Like damn
Niggas hate on me but niggas be rookies
They see the grind but they living cushy
I know exactly why they trying to cook me
I got a buzz just like Woody
Niggas they hate but still buy my hoodies
We don't look alike you niggas be pussy
I'm getting baked, I'm off the cookies
They getting picked off like a boogie
Yeah
Yeah
Look at teams we ain't on the same one
They wanted problems I became one
They the suicide squad no James Gunn
I know it's really a race up
Niggas need to get they pace up
Niggas ain't seeing no pay stubs
It's a fight then let's make it a great one
I got dreams I gotta see
I'm behind because of me
Throwing stones
I been weak
Hercules, Hercules
I got dreams I gotta see
Hope the gods are choosing me
I'll fight it all
Shit ain't sweet
Hercules, Hercules
Before you up, they don't give a damn
Ugly niggas become handsome
Shit real rough on the other hand
You fall off then you turn phantom
Sometimes I feel like half a man
Other half waiting when I turn up
I don't wanna be a star cause they burn up
Put in work but I can't get worked up
Okay

Yeah
BIG LAX yeah
Niggas always gon' hate when they observe you
Say they learn you, then they curse you
Third strike don't hit like the first two
Make it back from this and you'll learn too
Trying to ball, like gerbils
It's smack down, paid per view
I was working past curfew
Keep pushing, might hurt you
Owned masters, can't serve you
Work for you? You gotta work too
It's my life, my words too
Don't talk to my bitch she'll curve you
Question every day like Phineas and Ferb do
Why did shit all go left what I learn too
I was 16, uh-huh, like a verse too
No one on the team, uh-huh, just yours truly
Still learning every day even though I dropped out
Niggas winning pay to play I think that's a cop-out
But at the end of the day, it's all about amounts
Niggas who came from the dirt never get the mud out
I got dreams I gotta see
I'm behind because of me
Throwing stones
I been weak
Hercules, Hercules
I got dreams I gotta see
Hope the gods are choosing me
I'll fight it all
Shit ain't sweet
Hercules, Hercules
Before you up, they don't give a damn
Ugly niggas become handsome
Shit real rough on the other hand
You fall off then you turn phantom
Sometimes I feel like half a man
Other half waiting when I turn up
I don't wanna be a star cause they burn up
Put in work but I can't get worked up
Like damn
Niggas hate on me but niggas be rookies
They see the grind but they living cushy
I know exactly why they trying to cook me
I got a buzz just like Woody
Niggas they hate but still buy my hoodies
We don't look alike you niggas be pussy
I'm getting baked, I'm off the cookies
They getting picked off like a boogie
Yeah
Yeah
Look at teams we ain't on the same one
They wanted problems I became one
They the suicide squad no James Gunn
I know it's really a race up
Niggas need to get they pace up
Niggas ain't seeing no pay stubs
It's a fight then let's make it a great one
I got dreams I gotta see
I'm behind because of me
Throwing stones
I been weak
Hercules, Hercules
I got dreams I gotta see
Hope the gods are choosing me
I'll fight it all
Shit ain't sweet
Hercules, Hercules
Before you up, they don't give a damn
Ugly niggas become handsome
Shit real rough on the other hand
You fall off then you turn phantom
Sometimes I feel like half a man
Other half waiting when I turn up
I don't wanna be a star cause they burn up
Put in work but I can't get worked up
Okay