[Part I: OUTBURST]
[Verse]
You off the bean, what you mean that you most likely to succeed
On the beat, no stopping me, why don’t you go try to see
You a gimmick, know your place
You say I’m ugly, look at your face
You say I rap too slow, keep your own pace
Take a rapper’s body with me, leaving no trace
To me, you’re just a speck of dust
Try to top me, as if you must
Send you to Mars like Elon Musk
Hard to break me like an elephant tusk
You spend your time dissing people
While I’m here on a steeple
Mess with me, you can’t do that now
All you rappers walking clowns
I’m sick of dealing with these D-tier rappers
Tryna go up, yеah I don’t need all of these slackers
Post your thoughts on Twittеr, little capper
Last time I checked, all I’m doing’s making slappers
Improve production, flows, lyrics while you complainin’
Improve production, flows, lyrics while you complainin’
Well, at least I work toward bettering my skills
While your show’s just comedy like you’re King of the Hill
Hush down, shh, what you in hiding now
Outburst, no more hiding behind typing now
Confrontation, now you motherfuckers crying now
Maybe admit your mistakes, you won’t be sighing now
Hush down, shh, what you in hiding now
Outburst, no more hiding behind typing now
Confrontation, now you motherfuckers crying now
Maybe admit your mistakes, I’ll be signing out
Signing out, give me my own radio show
I’m finna be touring, finna be on the road
I’m about to be so famous, you already know
Sorry, just got a milli, gotta go
Go after me, you so down bad
Go after T, you so down sad
You gotta see, you so down bad
It really seems you so down sad
Switch up the flow, got chocolate milk in my cup
Walking up to the crew and I’m like what’s up
Jump out the convo like I’m D.B. Cooper
You a hater but you ain’t no Bill from the losers
Glide over beats like I got a Space Jam power-up
Got the goal, right before I went and jumped
Want a career so I’m finna boost myself up
They said you got gold medals, I’m like yup
Saw me, went radio silent like a lost plane
I like everything I make, we are not the same
I announce something, I get a hype train
You announce something, the hype is all in your brain
Call me a gold miner, I got bars for days
Drop a new song, what they gonna all say
What’s wrong with you? Nah, what’s wrong with you
Get back in and you’re instantly dissing, dude
S-s-s-supposed to be nice
Try to keep stuff to myself but get insulted sometimes
What did I do to you personally?
Are these “twitter fingers” hurting, b
I’m relentless-lentless, go attack me one more time
At the end, your pocket gonna have one dime
Stuff getting spicy, we ain’t gonna call it thyme
Keep going at me until the damn end of times
Are you a weirdo or a clown? You mark all of the above
Don’t need detective work to conclude that you’re a bum
There will be no nice stuff, you won’t see no doves
But you’ll try to back off when push comes to shove
[Part II: WHAT IT SEEMS]
[Verse]
You try to go at me and think that I’m not gonna clap back
Gotta repeat myself, just know Torrance is back
How I get so good, no questions asked
But I was getting good while you all just slacked
Barely do features, call me maximalist independent
Say no, you confused like you watching Tenet
Basically, I’m too good for you bums, do not DM me
Like A1th said, I’m finna hit you with the semi
I’m too powerful for my own good like I’m Loki
I’m the GOAT, yeah, your homies all know me
You bumping me but wanna keep it on the lowkey
Gonna have so many PS5s, look like I’m running Sony
You living in a virtual reality, Ready Player One with the shits
I just got off a game, then I made a couple hits
Going crazy as of recent, my songs are not some bits
Left-step, right-step, flooded in some drip, uh
Back in the game, they getting hypothermia
But now my tracks are heat, so they’re all warming up
Don’t mess around, this is your last warning, uh
Put down the mic, all your tracks, they are so corny, bruh
Your tracks so annoying, sounds like you screaming on a beat
My tracks loud as hell but I’m still bringing the heat
All my haters, they call this project the best damn treat
Let me explain good music to you, go and take a seat
Y’all can’t get better than me
Got my gold medals with me
Sit and I sit in the street
I ain’t had nothing to eat
Y’all can’t get better than me
Got my gold medals with me
Sit and I sit in the street
I ain’t had nothing to eat
I ain’t been getting good sleep
I ain’t been catching them Zs
I’m sick of the ceiling I see
Life ain’t all what it seems
I ain’t been getting good sleep
I ain’t been catching them Zs
I’m sick of the ceiling I see
Life ain’t all what it seems
[Verse]
You off the bean, what you mean that you most likely to succeed
On the beat, no stopping me, why don’t you go try to see
You a gimmick, know your place
You say I’m ugly, look at your face
You say I rap too slow, keep your own pace
Take a rapper’s body with me, leaving no trace
To me, you’re just a speck of dust
Try to top me, as if you must
Send you to Mars like Elon Musk
Hard to break me like an elephant tusk
You spend your time dissing people
While I’m here on a steeple
Mess with me, you can’t do that now
All you rappers walking clowns
I’m sick of dealing with these D-tier rappers
Tryna go up, yеah I don’t need all of these slackers
Post your thoughts on Twittеr, little capper
Last time I checked, all I’m doing’s making slappers
Improve production, flows, lyrics while you complainin’
Improve production, flows, lyrics while you complainin’
Well, at least I work toward bettering my skills
While your show’s just comedy like you’re King of the Hill
Hush down, shh, what you in hiding now
Outburst, no more hiding behind typing now
Confrontation, now you motherfuckers crying now
Maybe admit your mistakes, you won’t be sighing now
Hush down, shh, what you in hiding now
Outburst, no more hiding behind typing now
Confrontation, now you motherfuckers crying now
Maybe admit your mistakes, I’ll be signing out
Signing out, give me my own radio show
I’m finna be touring, finna be on the road
I’m about to be so famous, you already know
Sorry, just got a milli, gotta go
Go after me, you so down bad
Go after T, you so down sad
You gotta see, you so down bad
It really seems you so down sad
Switch up the flow, got chocolate milk in my cup
Walking up to the crew and I’m like what’s up
Jump out the convo like I’m D.B. Cooper
You a hater but you ain’t no Bill from the losers
Glide over beats like I got a Space Jam power-up
Got the goal, right before I went and jumped
Want a career so I’m finna boost myself up
They said you got gold medals, I’m like yup
Saw me, went radio silent like a lost plane
I like everything I make, we are not the same
I announce something, I get a hype train
You announce something, the hype is all in your brain
Call me a gold miner, I got bars for days
Drop a new song, what they gonna all say
What’s wrong with you? Nah, what’s wrong with you
Get back in and you’re instantly dissing, dude
S-s-s-supposed to be nice
Try to keep stuff to myself but get insulted sometimes
What did I do to you personally?
Are these “twitter fingers” hurting, b
I’m relentless-lentless, go attack me one more time
At the end, your pocket gonna have one dime
Stuff getting spicy, we ain’t gonna call it thyme
Keep going at me until the damn end of times
Are you a weirdo or a clown? You mark all of the above
Don’t need detective work to conclude that you’re a bum
There will be no nice stuff, you won’t see no doves
But you’ll try to back off when push comes to shove
[Part II: WHAT IT SEEMS]
[Verse]
You try to go at me and think that I’m not gonna clap back
Gotta repeat myself, just know Torrance is back
How I get so good, no questions asked
But I was getting good while you all just slacked
Barely do features, call me maximalist independent
Say no, you confused like you watching Tenet
Basically, I’m too good for you bums, do not DM me
Like A1th said, I’m finna hit you with the semi
I’m too powerful for my own good like I’m Loki
I’m the GOAT, yeah, your homies all know me
You bumping me but wanna keep it on the lowkey
Gonna have so many PS5s, look like I’m running Sony
You living in a virtual reality, Ready Player One with the shits
I just got off a game, then I made a couple hits
Going crazy as of recent, my songs are not some bits
Left-step, right-step, flooded in some drip, uh
Back in the game, they getting hypothermia
But now my tracks are heat, so they’re all warming up
Don’t mess around, this is your last warning, uh
Put down the mic, all your tracks, they are so corny, bruh
Your tracks so annoying, sounds like you screaming on a beat
My tracks loud as hell but I’m still bringing the heat
All my haters, they call this project the best damn treat
Let me explain good music to you, go and take a seat
Y’all can’t get better than me
Got my gold medals with me
Sit and I sit in the street
I ain’t had nothing to eat
Y’all can’t get better than me
Got my gold medals with me
Sit and I sit in the street
I ain’t had nothing to eat
I ain’t been getting good sleep
I ain’t been catching them Zs
I’m sick of the ceiling I see
Life ain’t all what it seems
I ain’t been getting good sleep
I ain’t been catching them Zs
I’m sick of the ceiling I see
Life ain’t all what it seems
( TV Torrance )
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