[Lyric] HYP3D (Gustavo menace)

When I'm on the mic
I feel bars escalate
When I tell my stories
All these niggar can relate
They will never love you till you dead or you got cash
Better be careful my niggar it's a war out here
These rappers got no talent they just do it for the clout
They rap about the gun and the money they don't get
They rap about hoes I bet those hoes don't exist
The music ain't a playground don't come to fool around
A journеy of a thousand miles
Started with one stеp
My mama told me be careful and don't forget pray
Got the best Bros by my side for the way
When I'm on the stage your hoe just wanna shake her ass
When I'm on the mic just know your career could dead
Thought these mfs got respect
They ain't matured
You getting outta line
They wanna fuck wimma my lil bro
Your sound is so fuqt like you record in a toilet
Learn to use a pen my niggar your lyrics shit
Fucking Wimme nigga you just worst shiit
I got the Glock
I wanna shoot
I wanna kill
I want him down
I want him dead
Menace