Mycul - Stainless Lyrics

I been feeling stainless
I don't need a blade
Keep thinking I'm anxious

Now I know what fame is, I been getting paid
I been feeling stainless like I don't need a blade
Keep thinking I'm anxious, I cannot be tamed
Here go that new language I hope you under 
I been feeling famous I been feeling paid
I been feeling stainless like I don't need a blade
Keep thinking I'm anxious I cannot be tamed
Here go that new language I hope you under 

I keeps a rocket launcher in the back of my new charger
And I'm old enough yet young enough for momma and her daughter and I'm smarter 
I been working harder Harvard wanna bother
Send em cross the border with awful offering your honor 
I been feeling dangerous I been feeling caged
Bursting out these cages yea I cannot be chained
I been flipping language like all I needs a page  
Ima triple up my chances anywhere I'm placed 
45 my canon and I love to blaze 
I'll be your mechanic let me fix your face 
I been feeling static I think it's the hate
Maybe cuz my bitch the baddest 
Or just cuz I'm great

Now I know what fame is, I been getting paid
I been feeling stainless like I don't need a blade
Keep thinking I'm anxious, I cannot be tamed
Here go that new language I hope you under 
I been feeling famous I been feeling paid
I been feeling stainless like I don't need a blade
I'm thinking I'm anxious I cannot be tamed
Here go that new language I hope you under 

Hut 12345
Hit her up two cheeks both sides
In the cut too deep won't die
Risen up too flee so fly
Better duck no peace more lies
What you want proceeds alright 
And a slut both feet go wide 
Wit a butt OD oh my
You can count on that prophecy 
Don't believe now start watching me 
How there no stopping me 
Ever since I been about to be 
Out this monopoly
They want me somebodies property no
I'm working hard as my momma be
These niggas all into robberies 
Come at my door 
I'm busting off no apology 
I'll kill em all and so happily whoa
Pay stubs to the fake thugs it don't take much to get paid 
I'm made up of the same stuff that was raised up like a slave 
I came from a deranged slum where you cant run or escape 
Where a hand gun is your main friend or it ain't
Pay stubs to the fake thugs it don't take much to get paid 
I'm made up of the same stuff that was raised up like a slave 
I came from a deranged slum where you cant run or escape 
Where a hand gun is your main friend or it ain't

Now I know what fame is, I been getting paid
I been feeling stainless like I don't need a blade
Keep thinking I'm anxious, I cannot be tamed
Here go that new language I hope you under 
I been feeling famous I been feeling paid
I been feeling stainless like I don't need a blade
I'm thinking I'm anxious I cannot be tamed
Here go that new language I hope you under