Surround Sound Remix (J.I.D)

Ya'll giving these fuckers
Too much credit, put it down now
All their flows and lyrics are loaned
And I don't condone clowns ow
Stubbed my toe on your hoe
She a sharp edge I'd hit
Again and then again
When we lock eyes I grin
Cause I know that I'm in
No key to this bitch
Just push the button
Rev the engine
We going out for a spin
Till I'm dizzy, I'm Izzy in the ring
I'm getting them plenty wins
Hold up this glass of henny
Makes me feel like pretty lit
Fire spit, I am it
I said what I said
Don't judge more than I admit
They say I left them on read
But I'm dyslexic even if I open
I still wont get it
The message:
"Ace is bat crazy shit"
I take it as compliment
Talentless people default to critiques
Man I'm just sick
This in fact seems like a problem that is dominant
In controlling what's on top of this
List
Music is for the sick made by the ill
Ya'll are opposites
I know I can't afford to stop
For one moment
That it's too soon, too far
Yeah I'm self medicating
I make my own drugs now til I'm fading
Surround myself with my own sound
Now I'm fully lockdown underground and caged in
They afraid of hating in case
He makes it
Don't keep your doubts
I will be escaping
And once he
Comes out the ground
Horns out the crown
Turn off the loud mouths
I'll fuck them right
Ow
Stubbed my toe again...