I’d rather kno dese niggas lykin da boi(no homo)
I’d rather kno dese niggas hype wen I rap
I’d rather kno dese niggas feel wha I spit
Buh wen all negativity comes I feel lyke shyt\(X2)
Fukk my lisp besides dat im sick
Yu niggas followers ridin’ on dat dicck
Sorry pops, buh I had ta come wit anger
My bad bout da cursin maybe dat’ll change up
Its lil niggas dat claim dey bussin triggers
Wit figgers dats gettin bigger den george bush or any niggga
So I have ta exclude da semis nigga
Nd show dese cats wha really spittin is, lets do it..!
HOOK.
Im on a major move, I dnt feel its safe ta cruise
not tryna get “mashed on my home plate”lyke baby food
im in love wit rap
because one day witout it feels lyke its been a month
nd I cant go on wit dat.
(So I get in da booth go crazy nd let my anger out)
nd never take critism words out of a strangers mouth
nd I get da beat, I punch it nd I lay it flat
(nd let it kno, its gon get murdered tonight now how bout dat)
see imma evil dude, I rip dese tracks nd speak ta dudes,
lyricism out da mouth, its out nd about lyke pizza dudes,
(dat deliver, I consider, yu non spitters ta leave or move)
cuz we out ta find our stuff sorta lyke easter crews!!
(Im tryna defeat cuz loosin aint a option in my scene of rules)
So imma spit toxic heat until ya cant breathe or yu
Get burnt on tracks, I think I turnt a maniac!
(So deres no changin dat!) I overpower da brain of a brainiac
