A creative blend of lyrics and choruses from an artist who really hasn't found a definitive style of writing. A realistic approach to stories of happiness, long
I heard you spit bitch, now who's you kidding
You'll get reduced to ribbons
Dissing my crews forbidden
And I run around town with the smoothest women
While your fat bitch makes me wanna puke: now listen
I got this shit locked you know it. I'm hot when I'm flowing
Come through now and then and drop opponents
And right now I got your stupid ass fixed in my sights
Skinny dude with sunglasses but he gets no light
No shine and no hype. Plus his rhyming ain't tight
He took the name of a gansgeter but there's no crime in life
So he comes on the internet with his stupid chain in his mouth
Replace it with a dick see how much southern slang comes out
And I've never seen a cat try so hard to be down
But look at your play count there's no fans to be found
Cuz all I fat bitches ass kissing
Crush your skinny ass when you collapsing on mattresses
I fucking rap vicious just ask critics
Before you want some whack scrimmage
have your fam pay you last visits
Cuz they sent a savage to shut you out
And leave you bruised like Chris Brown's
knuckles after Rihanna wouldn't shut her mouth
Hardened criminals. Broad band digital
Running his mouthe judging our art so critical
Rip you apart you pitiful. You get you stressed and riduculed
Cuz your skills are minimal like young breasts in middle school
