Inconsequente (feat. Thiago Sub) - TRIQ & Casha

I'm a popular boy, got so many trophies Pull my string like a Ken doll (ha-ha-ha) I won't speak unless spoke, ultraviolent mind Masturbate to a white wall When I talk, talk, I don't ever talk, talk, talk When you talk, talk, you can't help but talk, talk, talk When you knock, knock, you just never knock, knock (knock) (I'm so happy for you, I'm so happy for you) Lock all my friends up in the asylum When they all come back, they all just reset That's why I won't go when I'm arraigned, no I won't plead crazy, you know they can't change me When I talk, talk, I don't ever talk, talk, talk When you talk, talk, you can't help but talk, talk, talk When you knock, knock, you just never knock, knock (knock) (I'm so happy for you, I'm so happy) Popular boy, yeah, the life, it come easy, don't it? They're in your homes taking pictures of your kitchen cabinets Let's have a toast, we're creating profit forming habits Money coming in and to y'all I am not shit without it Oh-uh, I forget life for the most part, being sentient is so hard Feel like I wake up with no start, no-no-no start Brain dead, so far below like a basement Auto pilot all my days spent, a battery for your matrix, ma-matrix My-my-my life reads like a horror story Tee-tee-teeth on my hands and they tell me to (t-t-tell me, t-t-tell me) Most times, I feel like they know more than me (t-t-tell me, t-t-tell me) They just might, just might, just might When I talk, talk, I don't ever talk, talk, talk When you talk, talk, you can't help but talk, talk, talk When you knock, knock, you just never knock, knock (knock) (I'm so happy for you, I'm so happy for-) Lock all my friends up in the asylum When they all come back, they all just reset That's why I won't go when I'm arraigned, no I won't plead crazy, you know they can't change me

Uhh Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay What up Rozay This is Rolex music Sittin' in the back of the 62" Radio Killa music We always with the baddest hoes Fuck the status quo You can't see me (uhh), you can't see me (uhh) Give a fuck what you think Blowing bottles of that drink You can't see me (uhh), you can't see me (uhh) Shawty we shut it down, down, down, Red Ferrari , Me and my cutie pie Blowing money fast Westside shawty 'til I die Back to the haters, wind in my face Louis Vuitton shades Levi jeans And I feel like Master P cause my cards ain't got limits Pull a black Visa Buy a black Jesus My nigga Chris say he can't imagine what this is Can't wait until you get home, nigga look how we living Waking up, breaking up with the baddest bitches I heard my cousin told his mother "that nigga gettin it" So this goes out to them haters, fuck you and your blank stare Arm out the window, smiley face, Rollie in the air Casha You already know what it is when you see me Straight out of the C P T Compton if you didn't know Westside 'til I die Gucci Print on the bag Cali swagger See I been to hell and back, and I put that on my mom And now I'm in the building with The hottest nigga doing it Gotta get that money baby, that's why I'm pursuin it It's a celebration when them Gold presidential links Are wrapped around your wrist, yeah, Shawty is the shit So this song for them haters, fuck you and your blank stare Smiley face, Rollie way up in the motherfucking air [Outro - Casha & The-Dream] Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it Yeah, yeah, yeah, Compton in this bitch Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it Yeah, yeah, yeah, ATL up in this bitch