Yo,
When I looked at the game from the outside, couldn't get my head around it
Never got one foot in the door, I ain't trying to back on the step about this
Been doing anything but eat now I'm growing bigger and bigger
Like a fat kid I'm not playing, I'm going in for my dinner
Already told you I'm a fly tipper
Ain't never gonna rep anything but that
I already know what these kids, cause I'm not getting paid income tax, I'm a boss
Doesn't matter if you rate me or not, still in the video with my hands on my cock
Winding 'em up like a jack in the box
Cause all my friends bump every track that I drop
The devil I pray and I'm jealous and hateful, separate heads from the neck if they're makin'
Any attempt to preventing my reign, then hell'll be waiting a second away
Set in my ways, never will change
Still don't know how to keep my mouth shut
Everyday I just get up and blaze, still can't go a couple hours without bud
I ain't got time to be listenin' to all of these rappers they hit me up makin' me cringe
They come up and give me a cd right after the show and I just put that shit in the bin
Your favourite rapper's a faggoty fashion victim and a bitch, I don't listen to him
Nah, I'd rather put both of my hands on the floor go up on a handstand and piss on my chin
Spend your life trying to fittin' in, then complain why you don't get noticed
I just do this for the music I don't really know nothin' about showbiz
Too concerned about cult signs or who I do and don't roll with
Just worry about your own fucked up life, I'll keep my mind on my own shit
Spend your life trying to fittin' in, then complain why you don't get noticed
I just do this for the music I don't really know nothin' about showbiz
Too concerned about cult signs or who I do and don't roll with
Just worry about your own fucked up life, I'll keep my mind on my own shit
Worry about your own fucked up life
I don't know why you keep tryna fuck up mine
'Cause I be walking these ice cold straights, middle finger up like I won't play
Class A for life, Y O P
You man are more boring than a walk home
Thought you were funny rapping them poor jokes
Here goes, PUSSY, you don't get it? I thought so
Don't get it like I'm talkin' in morse code, I ain't fittin' in with these pussyholes
I'm the big dick in this porno
Tryna be the rockstar, popstar rapstar, trapstar, I just laugh at all four of those
Lord knows, I could've fit in with the cool kids at the cool club, tryna act like a baller
You just look like a gaffed up prick even more so
Don't complain 'cause you ain't gettin' noticed
And you just bought a whole new wardrobe
Don't bitch 'cause you ain't got your own shit
Callin' out my name like I won't switch
Oh shit, 'cause you just got your jaw broke
Right behind your torso, you're just following the herd
Copying the verse, sorry if it hurts, I kinda' been held back from the truth
Should've just told ya didn't wanna rap and you truly didn't have to act as if it didn't fuckin' happen
So fuck you, mic check, one-two, Joe edit, undo
Some advice for you MCs
Don't never do a tune with me and Lunar C or Scrufizzer 'cause the vibe will make you improve, just kill the hoopers
Haters don't complain when you get that, don't complain when I POP POP HEADBANG
Spend your life trying to fittin' in, then complain why you don't get noticed
I just do this for the music I don't really know nothin' about showbiz
Too concerned about cult signs or who I do and don't roll with
Just worry about your own fucked up life, I'll keep my mind on my own shit
Spend your life trying to fittin' in, then complain why you don't get noticed
I just do this for the music I don't really know nothin' about showbiz
Too concerned about cult signs or who I do and don't roll with
Just worry about your own fucked up life, I'll keep my mind on my own shit
Man are coming and sayin' they're real, nobody's bangin' the steel
When am I takin' your trill, bet you'll be bangin' for real
All of my niggas are the sh****, none of my niggas are loose
Never be chillin' with you, one of us spittin' the truth
While you killin' the truth, they be at the back of the road
And they're mashin the dough, ready to get chattin' on the phone
Tryna get back on the road, so tell me wagwan
I ain't trustin' none of these man they're all fake
Lookin' at my own mandem, like snakes
So if I never saw you that day then I wonder who be flippin' out with my crew that day
How would you feel when everyone around you doubts you
Didn't believe you was about to, do what you did and believe and then a ring on your phone sayin' they would never shark you
A rudeboy I ain't chattin' about yo's, sneaking around but man got too many hidden agendas, ya gettin' defensive
And me and you had so many plans up in the music but you went and abused it
Real talk I ain't telling this man but I would've went mad if I didn't distance myself
From snakes and girls I went from weighing up weights and scales
Runnin' from feds, don't wanna be facing jail, don't wanna be caged and celled
I left that life behind, I'm doing music now, I'm writing rhymes
So everybody get used to me, Scrufizzer and Lunar C (UHH)

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