[Intro: Jerry Seinfeld]

Now one of the services you provide

Is giving them something to talk about

Let, let 'em talk

It makes 'em happy, it makes 'em feel good

They don't believe half the shit they say, people wanna talk

Yeah, it's fun to talk



[Verse 1]

Hate to be the bearer of bad news

But I can't move with too many rap dudes

I respect dudes from my double M crew

But I'm just not that dude hanging on to who's who's and such

Cash rule for some, got room for none

Can't fool with niggas who put the rumors up

Wanted to quit, rap music sucks

But couldn't run a 4.2 so with you I'm stuck

Went in the booth, truth, the only tool I trust

And that's sayin' a lot, 'cause Pro Tools be stuck

You grindin' hot, they wan' be cool with ya

They're like consignment shops, they old news to us, aye



[Pre-Chorus]

Society, y'all trippin'

Uh, uh, ayy, what it look like?

I gotta be the realest

Ayy, ayy, ayy, what it look like?

Look, society, y'all trippin

Ayy, ayy, ayy, what it look like?

Should follow no nigga

Just the guide inside of my mirror, ya dig it?



[Chorus]

Fuck you, leave me alone, yeah (Ayy, what it look like?)

Fuck you, leave me alone (Ayy, what it look like?)

Fuck you, leave me alone, yeah (Ayy, what it look like?)

Fuck you, leave me alone, yeah

Fuck you, leave me alone, yeah

Fuck you, leave me alone

Fuck you, leave me alone, yeah

Fuck you, leave me alone, yeah



[Verse 2]

Fightin' for my respect, receive it or nothin' else

Preachin' and geekin', I kinda think that I'm Malcolm X

MDMA in my juice, jaws tired and through

Now I'm sweatin' cause the bitches, they perspired me to

Are you judgin' me now? Do you fuck with me now?

Miscarried my first child, ain't finna come out

Fuck the therapy route, where the syrup and loud?

Blue 30 come around, there's the smile

Opiated, could show up later with more elation

All my bitches say, "Take it easy, enjoy the paper"

Try to be with the people see but I'm fightin' them inner demons

And hiding what's eating me while I be in Vegas

Yeah, life a gamble anyway, Joe

Pop a Perc, I could merk through the pain though

Mind bills pilin' up, drop a single

Thrill's all gone when that muh'fuckin' fame go

Ever seen a mixed J. Cole and Django?

Educated shit but he whip like he ain't though

Black bitches say my shit is so graceful

White bitches barely know me up in Greystone, damn!



[Pre-Chorus]

Society, y'all trippin

Uh, ayy, ayy, what it look like?

I gotta be the realest

Ayy, ayy, ayy, what it look like?

Society, y'all trippin

Ayy, ayy, ayy, what it look like?

Should follow no nigga

Just the guide inside of my mirror, ya dig it?



[Chorus]

Fuck you, leave me alone, yeah

Fuck you, leave me alone

Fuck you, leave me alone, yeah

Fuck you, leave me alone, yeah

Fuck you, leave me alone, yeah

Fuck you, leave me alone

Fuck you, leave me alone, yeah

Fuck you, leave me alone, yeah



[Interlude: Jerry Seinfeld]

Aware of everything

But paying attention to one thing

Me and my life



[Chorus]

Fuck you, leave me alone, yeah

Fuck you, leave me alone

Fuck you, leave me alone, yeah

Fuck you, leave me alone, yeah

Fuck you, leave me alone, yeah

Fuck you, leave me alone

Fuck you, leave me alone, yeah