Uhu... Ay
Uhu... Ay
I'm coming I'm contradicting the bitches
That be telling I'm not gonna blow
Keeping it low, they bringing me down
Well I'm still ambitious even in Morocco (Woow)
Eating them raw, another diss and bodies will be found on the side of the road
"It's excessive...", I know
"...Face the reality you're not in Saw"
But swear to God, I'ma be slitting some throats (Damn!)
So bring the machete, blood on the floor
Like you dropped the motherfucking Bolognese spaghetti
Inspiration of slim shady the GOAT
Like a December’s first load shit's gonna be heavy (Sheesh!)
I'm building a legacy, half of my skills is your fantasy
Jealousy hoes who be thinking that hating me
Will make you my enemy (must be kidding?!)
Bitch, I'm just a rapper don't call me the greatest though I'm sadist
I'll kill y'all whackrappers chasing after greatness (Facts!)
Contagious, my shit's on some playlists in Vegas
Expect to be slapped if you don't know the basics (Yea)
I'm heinous, I'll get the smile off of these motherfucker's faces (Yea)
With them sonic flows I be winning some races (Yea)
Them bitches be toady they thinking I'm famous (Woow)
They just keep saying that my shit is lit! (Lit!)
"Keep going! never quit!"
I Make any bar fit, get the money and split
"Yo I gotta admit... You slaying for a kid"
Wan' know how to spit mad shit just shut up and sit
Yea this is my return, still got so much to learn
Did you freak the fuck out when you saw the upturn
It's finally my turn, bunch of ears gonna burn
You mad? But it just ain’t in my fucking concern (Uh)
It's my passion that's why I'm doing this with patience
I want a home studio and fuck a Playstation, don't ask for a freestyle
I'm shitty with Improvisation (Yea) and another con is my pronunciation
When I'll rap about weed I won't choke on a vape
Now even without that I'm raping the tape
I hate all days from mondays to sundays
And bro this the reason why
That I'm shooting the flow
The bullet from the Snow
I ain't missing no shot like I'm Häyhä Simo
Blowing the show, them hoes want a photo
Spending my cash like I hit the lotto
I think I'ma slow, 'cause beating this beat that much
Had me feeling like I'm breaking the law (Sheesh!)
I don't go with no flow I just follow my soul
Never thought of myself I could sound like a pro
Pops is gonna be mad when he'll know I became a rapper
Well Eminem and Lucas to blame (Sheesh!)
They ignited the flame
Had me wanting the fame
And the pride of shouting my motherfucking name (Yea)
It is what it is and I'm not gon complain
I got very few streams, and it is deceptive
It's killing my brain, but I'm easing the pain
Waiting for the day when I'll hit the milli and pop that motherfucking champagne
So all of y'all haters must get of my D
Because I'm in the place where I was meant to be
I was made to rip the mic
But for now I'm lazy watching Naruto Uzumaki
Look at me! Lucky me? Go check my views counter
And bitch you gon see
That I ain't rich I'm unlucky
Hardwork's the key
But I ain't did a lot of things in these days
I admit it I just laid in this bed (Uh)
Waiting for the inspi to get through my head
I ain't winning no damn Grammy
'Cause I was born in this bled but I'm tired
I finna spit all the hate and pain I was fed
Through this short life I learned
Nothing's more dangerous than your own mind
In mine, You'll find my biggest desire
To get signed, or my anger to be this kind (Yea)
Untie your tie, stop being shy, here's the mic
Just give it a motherfucking try
Unique in my kind, I be taping the mic
'Till I hear em screaming Yamete kudasaï
Some people saying my verses are lit
Some others are bitching that I gotta quit
And some motherfuckers don’t know I could drop
The best hits if I just had the budget for it (Uh)
Even though all my homies and family and teachers
And schoolmates be thinking I'm boor
I wondered for so long if I'm not so nebbish
Or introverted to experience a tour... But that was before
Now that the psycho is resting by six feet down under the floor (Facts!)
For real I got ecstatic when feeling myself being loved and supported
For my work and now I need more
And I'm sure (Yea), my intentions ain't pure I'm an angelic demon
Dreaming of blondies in Sweden
That be playing with syllables and showing the third one
To people stating that I'm still immature
I've had a whole breakdown while watching Lucifer
Asking people what do they truly desire?
I think mine is having new dreams
After realizing all the old ones to which I aspired (Facts!)
Don't know if I'll hit the fame... All I know is
Whatever level I'ma reach I'ma always gon be aiming higher
I know I'm the new fire spitter you admire
But damn I got tired...
That my friends just keep asking me is my new stuff gon be dropped soon?
But dude I ain't got no idea I just write and keep writing
Hoping that one day my shit will be top trending even in Korea
Them bitches ain't singing ain't rapping ain’t doing no shit
But screaming like they got diarrhea
This shit's going to drive me insane, don't blame
If I blow on your face like I'm Santa Maria
13 in baccalaureate but motherfucker
17 doesn't make you more clever than me (Yea)
I've chosen music over studies
'Cause who the fuck gon ever use b²-4ac?! (Uh)
So I smash this shit out, I'm not worrying about
Them saying I do this shit for cash or for clout
'Cause even if it's true my boy what you gon do?
Doubt my words? Say I'm trash? Take a ticket
And get to the back of the queue
There's too many like you with no clue
It's my heart that I threw up to give bars addicts their dosage
Also to pay homage, no attention to people who don't aknowledge
'Cause I'm right with your bitch and she's giving me head
And I'm next to your homeboy that fucker is dead
You forgot what you said?
Well I didn't and watch out
Tomorrow you gon find me under your bed
I ain't got no hoes and I ain't got no gun
But the heat I produce is compared to the Sun
It took me months to get those minutes done
And if you got this far on em you's a real one
So this was the song that got me on this path
And I hope my remix of it wasn't too bad
To be honest I want to be flattered
That's why I'm saying this
'Cause I know this shit was too fat (Facts!)
Bars hitting like a flood
I can't even compare your wack shit to a bath
I be going crazy felt like a psychopath
Dissapeared for a while motherfuckers I'm back
Them bitches want to rap but they lack on the track, bitch!
(uh, yeah, yeah)
Them bitches want to rap but they lack on the track yeah
Them bitches want a feat but they lack on the track yeah
Them bitches want a feat, but they can not compete
With this shit, you talking to the fucking elite, bitch!
Uhu... Ay
I'm coming I'm contradicting the bitches
That be telling I'm not gonna blow
Keeping it low, they bringing me down
Well I'm still ambitious even in Morocco (Woow)
Eating them raw, another diss and bodies will be found on the side of the road
"It's excessive...", I know
"...Face the reality you're not in Saw"
But swear to God, I'ma be slitting some throats (Damn!)
So bring the machete, blood on the floor
Like you dropped the motherfucking Bolognese spaghetti
Inspiration of slim shady the GOAT
Like a December’s first load shit's gonna be heavy (Sheesh!)
I'm building a legacy, half of my skills is your fantasy
Jealousy hoes who be thinking that hating me
Will make you my enemy (must be kidding?!)
Bitch, I'm just a rapper don't call me the greatest though I'm sadist
I'll kill y'all whackrappers chasing after greatness (Facts!)
Contagious, my shit's on some playlists in Vegas
Expect to be slapped if you don't know the basics (Yea)
I'm heinous, I'll get the smile off of these motherfucker's faces (Yea)
With them sonic flows I be winning some races (Yea)
Them bitches be toady they thinking I'm famous (Woow)
They just keep saying that my shit is lit! (Lit!)
"Keep going! never quit!"
I Make any bar fit, get the money and split
"Yo I gotta admit... You slaying for a kid"
Wan' know how to spit mad shit just shut up and sit
Yea this is my return, still got so much to learn
Did you freak the fuck out when you saw the upturn
It's finally my turn, bunch of ears gonna burn
You mad? But it just ain’t in my fucking concern (Uh)
It's my passion that's why I'm doing this with patience
I want a home studio and fuck a Playstation, don't ask for a freestyle
I'm shitty with Improvisation (Yea) and another con is my pronunciation
When I'll rap about weed I won't choke on a vape
Now even without that I'm raping the tape
I hate all days from mondays to sundays
And bro this the reason why
That I'm shooting the flow
The bullet from the Snow
I ain't missing no shot like I'm Häyhä Simo
Blowing the show, them hoes want a photo
Spending my cash like I hit the lotto
I think I'ma slow, 'cause beating this beat that much
Had me feeling like I'm breaking the law (Sheesh!)
I don't go with no flow I just follow my soul
Never thought of myself I could sound like a pro
Pops is gonna be mad when he'll know I became a rapper
Well Eminem and Lucas to blame (Sheesh!)
They ignited the flame
Had me wanting the fame
And the pride of shouting my motherfucking name (Yea)
It is what it is and I'm not gon complain
I got very few streams, and it is deceptive
It's killing my brain, but I'm easing the pain
Waiting for the day when I'll hit the milli and pop that motherfucking champagne
So all of y'all haters must get of my D
Because I'm in the place where I was meant to be
I was made to rip the mic
But for now I'm lazy watching Naruto Uzumaki
Look at me! Lucky me? Go check my views counter
And bitch you gon see
That I ain't rich I'm unlucky
Hardwork's the key
But I ain't did a lot of things in these days
I admit it I just laid in this bed (Uh)
Waiting for the inspi to get through my head
I ain't winning no damn Grammy
'Cause I was born in this bled but I'm tired
I finna spit all the hate and pain I was fed
Through this short life I learned
Nothing's more dangerous than your own mind
In mine, You'll find my biggest desire
To get signed, or my anger to be this kind (Yea)
Untie your tie, stop being shy, here's the mic
Just give it a motherfucking try
Unique in my kind, I be taping the mic
'Till I hear em screaming Yamete kudasaï
Some people saying my verses are lit
Some others are bitching that I gotta quit
And some motherfuckers don’t know I could drop
The best hits if I just had the budget for it (Uh)
Even though all my homies and family and teachers
And schoolmates be thinking I'm boor
I wondered for so long if I'm not so nebbish
Or introverted to experience a tour... But that was before
Now that the psycho is resting by six feet down under the floor (Facts!)
For real I got ecstatic when feeling myself being loved and supported
For my work and now I need more
And I'm sure (Yea), my intentions ain't pure I'm an angelic demon
Dreaming of blondies in Sweden
That be playing with syllables and showing the third one
To people stating that I'm still immature
I've had a whole breakdown while watching Lucifer
Asking people what do they truly desire?
I think mine is having new dreams
After realizing all the old ones to which I aspired (Facts!)
Don't know if I'll hit the fame... All I know is
Whatever level I'ma reach I'ma always gon be aiming higher
I know I'm the new fire spitter you admire
But damn I got tired...
That my friends just keep asking me is my new stuff gon be dropped soon?
But dude I ain't got no idea I just write and keep writing
Hoping that one day my shit will be top trending even in Korea
Them bitches ain't singing ain't rapping ain’t doing no shit
But screaming like they got diarrhea
This shit's going to drive me insane, don't blame
If I blow on your face like I'm Santa Maria
13 in baccalaureate but motherfucker
17 doesn't make you more clever than me (Yea)
I've chosen music over studies
'Cause who the fuck gon ever use b²-4ac?! (Uh)
So I smash this shit out, I'm not worrying about
Them saying I do this shit for cash or for clout
'Cause even if it's true my boy what you gon do?
Doubt my words? Say I'm trash? Take a ticket
And get to the back of the queue
There's too many like you with no clue
It's my heart that I threw up to give bars addicts their dosage
Also to pay homage, no attention to people who don't aknowledge
'Cause I'm right with your bitch and she's giving me head
And I'm next to your homeboy that fucker is dead
You forgot what you said?
Well I didn't and watch out
Tomorrow you gon find me under your bed
I ain't got no hoes and I ain't got no gun
But the heat I produce is compared to the Sun
It took me months to get those minutes done
And if you got this far on em you's a real one
So this was the song that got me on this path
And I hope my remix of it wasn't too bad
To be honest I want to be flattered
That's why I'm saying this
'Cause I know this shit was too fat (Facts!)
Bars hitting like a flood
I can't even compare your wack shit to a bath
I be going crazy felt like a psychopath
Dissapeared for a while motherfuckers I'm back
Them bitches want to rap but they lack on the track, bitch!
(uh, yeah, yeah)
Them bitches want to rap but they lack on the track yeah
Them bitches want a feat but they lack on the track yeah
Them bitches want a feat, but they can not compete
With this shit, you talking to the fucking elite, bitch!
( Adamar )
www.ChordsAZ.com