[Lyric] Forever Underrated (Bratter)

Turn the beat off so you can hear my lyrics
But I never turn the heat off, I know you fucking hear this
I’m an open book, y’all don’t need a seer for this
I know y’all talking so I guess I gotta clear this

Y’all don’t understand me? That’s your problem
But you got a lot more, how you gonna solve em?
You say that I’m stuck at the bottom
But my pockets are full of green like the goblin

“All your raps sound the same”
“Why don’t you ever change?”
Why don’t you shut the fuck up
Before I put you in your grave

I honestly don’t give a fuck no more
I couldn’t care less about a car or a whore
I couldn’t care less about what your momma gotta say
Cause you can’t forget me likе a motherfucking sore

You wanna know something about mе? Then ask it
Don’t be afraid, I won’t put you in a casket
Wait a second, let me put on my glasses
Did you really just ask me if I’m fantastic?

Aight I guess we doing it this way

I’m a lyrical genius and this album shows that
I’m forever underrated and y’all bitches know that
But I’m gonna get big and you’ll ask where your hoe at
You should prolly take a pic, your broke ass got a Kodak?

I talk about real shit nobody wants to speak on
My shit ain’t on repeat cause I ain’t talking how my dick long
Or how I’m doing drugs and hanging with the Klingons
Or how I’m with your bitch and we getting our freak on

Wait I think all y’all are sensitive
To the fact I can rap about medicine
Or about how rap is my medicine
I’m inventing a new era, bitch call me Edison

There’s a light bulb in my head that no one can dim
Bitch I’m getting stronger, I don’t mean in the gym
“Bratter” and “Beast” ha that’s a synonym
I remember y’all thought this’d only happen on a whim

I’m taking this seriously, don’t y’all remember?
Don’t be surprised if I don’t answer my phone all September
I’m finding a way to make my rhymes more clever
So I can be like Nic Cage, a National Treasure
Rapping ain’t a job or a burden on my shoulders
It’s something I love and gonna do when I’m older
I know that it may be too late to be sober
But I promise you I ain’t ever starting over

Music is my passion, I'm doing this forever
My craft is something I heavily endeavor
Best part is, I can write songs whenever
And I ain’t afraid to go off on whomever

I honestly don’t give a fuck no more
I couldn’t care less about an article
I couldn’t care less about what your daddy gotta say
Or if he works at the surplus store

Maybe he can bring home a new set of knives
And stab you in the back like you fucking did mine
And I really hope he does so you get what you deserve
And maybe there’s a chance that you’ll realize

You can never count me out of the fucking race
To the top I think I’m at a good pace
So don’t underestimate me cause you ain’t in my place
Shit since y’all did, the beast is awake