The f**k burns out
F**k
I'm just thinking like
If you're that good around what you're feeling
If you keep on telling us
Shouldn't it be clear let me hear it
It should be self evident
Shouldn't it should be very obvious
I know you're trying to be bragging nauseous
But please don't bring your rapettrocious
Because there's a tactic that's just hopeless
Look deep down that's a fact you know this
Did you think i wouldn't notice your flow shit
You don't be prick that's no sis
It's clear of you
But it's clear that you don't wanna hear the truth yeah
Refuse to take it criticism mate
It won't make a bit of difference
Still hitting just the same to anyone
Brave enough to sit and listen
I'm the best i'm the best i'm the best
No you're not shut the f**k up consequence
You don't wanna test
And that's cause the results weren't being your favor
It's not just a matter of case
When your rapping is lacking in basic flavor
You're not even really salted you're really salty
I'm betting you're getting insulted
Oh shit
Some people they're all talked
And it all falls to the floor
Oops
And now you're sort cause we all sort do you fall too
That was brought up
Understanding that rapping was all about keeping truth
Yourself but after i'm here with you
It's clear my musical views are stupid as hell
The f**k burns out
Stop your whining and my choppers get burned
Middle fingers to that little brick in the head band
Stop your whining and my choppers get burned
Middle finger to that little brick and a headband
F**k up and shows they all know that kind of crow
This is how you make a hero some f**k for a toast
Pop off at shows
This is how you make a hero son
F**k boring so i'm screaming
F**k boring so i don't even watch it though
Don't tell me it's awesome though
I don't even wanna know
I don't give a damn bout awful shows
Brother i'm a grown man with lots of dough
Never be the man's got lots of flows
And i knock them all down like dominos
Look at all my shit talk everybody pissed off
Running to the twitter
P**g on the vision cause never had no lift off
Singing all my shit songs really getting clipped off
Chickens always dissing from the head house
Never get out
They can never leave the nest with a let down
Everybody bowing till the check bounce now
Everybody bowing like they next now
Oh you a super team but you miss a ring
So you shoot at me they gon' miss the three
Man your crew is weak on a loser treat
You request a trace how you move only hoop and g
When you're overseas and you're humans seem unknown
Globally now you're old and
Broke you're no prose to me
Can you hold defeat it's a note for me
You can never match the level of a hungry m**r
Who got money on the mental and the better instrumental
Settle this shit at the bank
Look at everybody tryna ball
You ain't never in the game cause you got no pay
Call
Sick in minds i'd rather come
Tricks up sleeves like packs of cars
They p**g off this geezer
I go freezer and i'll numb it's gone
You've got blue balls russian gum
Google pics of nami's tongue
Me i'm in a hotel room
With a chick with some hot long legs
The atlas charm alokhan yeah bloody scope
Spit a rough and tumble taste my button knuckles
Don't go crushing subtle when it comes to hustle
So my interest is high with no money troubles
