[Verse 1:]
Menacing grimace
Innocent? No
Spit what I've written, finesse the flow
Ever be finished? Tentative, bro
Want the money but I don't do this for the dough
If I do then I'll diss for the show
Bring me my pen, I'll blissfully blow holes in a hoe
Shoot more than a pro do
Hope that I don't go fish for a foe
Looking at the mass control, no wonder that the people come and ask for more
Wonder when the fans will know it's an actual show for the cash and more
I don't want to snap at every damn rapper who acts wack to pack some dough
But don't deny thе fact: only guys who pack all your shows are those lacking hope
You may think i'm jеalous of fellas who're chilling, killing a million minutes but selling with the promo
I don't even give a fuck if the fuckers are fucking swimming in women and money coming in, like oh no
You may think they got the flow though when a ghost wrote all their most sold verses and it's no joke
Hip Hop is a big , popular biz obviously pit for the kids with no moto
[Bridge:]
But to be honest, I won't say that i don't want it
When you're in your twenties, so many relatives keep calling
They want to know what you did with life and if you're wearing ties and if you're shoes are polished
Only to gossip, not that they care if you're falling
[Verse 2:]
Element M
So no wonder the loco bundle go pogo jumping on the promo funders and don't know hundreds are solo bumping
When a mofo thunders, a schmoe surrenders like, "No more stunting all the growth I've made 'cause I know my fate and they'll only dump me!"
But to be honest, you're gonna be nothing but a failure 'cause a million chameleons will come in and replace ya
Fans who pay for jumping and lasers will cancel, stray when you're done with your mania
[Outro:]
When you're done with your mania, you will not remain here
Are you done with your mania?
Are you done yet?
Menacing grimace
Innocent? No
Spit what I've written, finesse the flow
Ever be finished? Tentative, bro
Want the money but I don't do this for the dough
If I do then I'll diss for the show
Bring me my pen, I'll blissfully blow holes in a hoe
Shoot more than a pro do
Hope that I don't go fish for a foe
Looking at the mass control, no wonder that the people come and ask for more
Wonder when the fans will know it's an actual show for the cash and more
I don't want to snap at every damn rapper who acts wack to pack some dough
But don't deny thе fact: only guys who pack all your shows are those lacking hope
You may think i'm jеalous of fellas who're chilling, killing a million minutes but selling with the promo
I don't even give a fuck if the fuckers are fucking swimming in women and money coming in, like oh no
You may think they got the flow though when a ghost wrote all their most sold verses and it's no joke
Hip Hop is a big , popular biz obviously pit for the kids with no moto
[Bridge:]
But to be honest, I won't say that i don't want it
When you're in your twenties, so many relatives keep calling
They want to know what you did with life and if you're wearing ties and if you're shoes are polished
Only to gossip, not that they care if you're falling
[Verse 2:]
Element M
So no wonder the loco bundle go pogo jumping on the promo funders and don't know hundreds are solo bumping
When a mofo thunders, a schmoe surrenders like, "No more stunting all the growth I've made 'cause I know my fate and they'll only dump me!"
But to be honest, you're gonna be nothing but a failure 'cause a million chameleons will come in and replace ya
Fans who pay for jumping and lasers will cancel, stray when you're done with your mania
[Outro:]
When you're done with your mania, you will not remain here
Are you done with your mania?
Are you done yet?
( Element M )
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