This game got no place for you half steppers
I'm all about my green like a fucking pepper
Compared to most rappers, I would break records
This autotune garbage really break records?
I’m the David to goliaths in the industry
Had to summon demons that you worship, just to finish me
You can have the money, while I'm sitting in a different league
These hooks fade away, my music grained in your memory
I even got them begging me, told me drop the album, hope thesе lyrics really finish em
It's funny how the bad guys arе winning, the good put in work and the other ones are sinning
These labels raping pockets for the money over talent
I did it by my lonely, I ain’t even have a scouter
My levels getting higher than a nigga puffing reefer
Acting like a bitch, won't get you anything either
Before I was begging like a fiend on the corner
Couldn't find a way to make it out any sooner
My circle turned around, 360
The real ones I got here now, are still with me
If you walked away, you can bet I feel empty
Toasting to a life where you died, and that's iffy
I don't give a fuck anymore if you diss me
The rocket setting off to the moon, give you 50
Extended in the mag, take aim and it lift him
Laser-like the Predator, have you like a scavenger
Not worth the fight, I guess need another challenger
Niggas ain't shit, group em all as fucking amateurs
Rappers getting smoked like a hookah session
Fold em up like a blunt, you can call it meshing
I'll put some holes in your head like a salt shaker
Then drink it over, getting drunk off of malt liquor
And if you don't know, now you know
Been having all these dreams, I was 8 years old
They said that everything ain’t gold
Can’t change what is destined, that's the way it go
Sometimes you gotta do you and let it all flow
I ain’t been the same for some years that's fa-sho
Been fighting mental wars all my life what I mean
The carnage in my head, it's a never-ending scene
From a city toting Glocks, it sound like when the fireworks pop
Tekk sparking in the air, you would think it's Mardi Gras
To expose you, I’m the chauffeur, getting closure
Catching you slipping like a hockey puck, just to blow ya (pause)
I can rap about the gunplay, but the difference right here is me preaching on a Sunday
A good kid, mad city
Smarter than some niggas, that's the reason they ain't with me
Had to play dumb before I let em know I'm witty
Can't show my cards tricks out just like Houdini
Been the fucking man and I keep the mac with me
Winter Boyy Muziik this album and that's it
I'm all about my green like a fucking pepper
Compared to most rappers, I would break records
This autotune garbage really break records?
I’m the David to goliaths in the industry
Had to summon demons that you worship, just to finish me
You can have the money, while I'm sitting in a different league
These hooks fade away, my music grained in your memory
I even got them begging me, told me drop the album, hope thesе lyrics really finish em
It's funny how the bad guys arе winning, the good put in work and the other ones are sinning
These labels raping pockets for the money over talent
I did it by my lonely, I ain’t even have a scouter
My levels getting higher than a nigga puffing reefer
Acting like a bitch, won't get you anything either
Before I was begging like a fiend on the corner
Couldn't find a way to make it out any sooner
My circle turned around, 360
The real ones I got here now, are still with me
If you walked away, you can bet I feel empty
Toasting to a life where you died, and that's iffy
I don't give a fuck anymore if you diss me
The rocket setting off to the moon, give you 50
Extended in the mag, take aim and it lift him
Laser-like the Predator, have you like a scavenger
Not worth the fight, I guess need another challenger
Niggas ain't shit, group em all as fucking amateurs
Rappers getting smoked like a hookah session
Fold em up like a blunt, you can call it meshing
I'll put some holes in your head like a salt shaker
Then drink it over, getting drunk off of malt liquor
And if you don't know, now you know
Been having all these dreams, I was 8 years old
They said that everything ain’t gold
Can’t change what is destined, that's the way it go
Sometimes you gotta do you and let it all flow
I ain’t been the same for some years that's fa-sho
Been fighting mental wars all my life what I mean
The carnage in my head, it's a never-ending scene
From a city toting Glocks, it sound like when the fireworks pop
Tekk sparking in the air, you would think it's Mardi Gras
To expose you, I’m the chauffeur, getting closure
Catching you slipping like a hockey puck, just to blow ya (pause)
I can rap about the gunplay, but the difference right here is me preaching on a Sunday
A good kid, mad city
Smarter than some niggas, that's the reason they ain't with me
Had to play dumb before I let em know I'm witty
Can't show my cards tricks out just like Houdini
Been the fucking man and I keep the mac with me
Winter Boyy Muziik this album and that's it
( Shyy Kidd )
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