[Lyric] Paperback (Bryce Breckenridge)

[Voiceover Intro]
What do we mean when
We talk about personality?
What is your personality?
It is the way you get along
With other people around you
And with your changing environment

[Second Intro]
Aye yo...
I think it's about time I start
Getting jiggity up in this
Motherfuckin' bitch...

[Hook]
If you think your shit is hot, you better play it back
If you faggots say my name, you better take it back
If you rappers try to bite, you better spit it back
'Fore I catch you gettin' smacked with this paperback
If you think your shit is hot, you better play it back
If you faggots say my name, you better take it back
If you rappers try to bite, you better spit it back...
3... 2... 1...
[Verse 1]
This is just a story of all about how
My life went fucked up, turned upside down
I was just a little kid when no one could fight clowns
Then I found the rap game, it turned into my house
Shit is cutthroat when my music ain't even poppin'
Hucked a loogie on my last album, then I forgot it
The Mixtape Show is here, and it's about to be droppin'
Welcome to the season premiere of this shit'll be rockin'
Then it's like this, then it's like that
Then I fight motherfuckers with a spiked bat
Then I'm right back, where your guys at?
All your motherfuckin' friends are scared to fight back
Then I smack your face, 'cause I'm agitated
Then I get expelled before I graduate
Then I'm back again, meet my man, Logan
Playin' ball with his music? You be catchin' fades

[Hook]
If you think your shit is hot, you better play it back
If you faggots say my name, you better take it back
If you rappers try to bite, you better spit it back
'Fore I catch you gettin' smacked with this paperback
If you think your shit is hot, you better play it back
If you faggots say my name, you better take it back
If you rappers try to bite, you better spit it back
'Fore I catch you gettin' smacked with this paperback
[Verse 2]
I'ma mess around and fuck up my life twice
Actin' like a shithead, sleepin' with night lights
Pickin' fights right in front of your eye sight
'Bout to lose a battle to bitches and try Vics
OD'ing on Aspirin, lookin' like white lice
That'll eat your fuckin' brains out, faster than drive-bys
Throw the stupid cunt out, tellin' me bright lies
How 'bout you get the fuck out, before you go bye-bye
Y'all better get ready, 'cause I'ma grab the machete
Decapitate you and throw you in the back of my Chevy
End your fuckin' rap career, then I blast the confetti
You better shut the fuck up, 'cause it's about to get messy
Go to Astro, now you can't breathe
Travis-Scott-motherfuckers in a stampede
Next time you see me, you won't be able to stand me
This album's a deathmatch for the last man standing

[Hook]
If you think your shit is hot, you better play it back
If you faggots say my name, you better take it back
If you rappers try to bite, you better spit it back
'Fore I catch you gettin' smacked with this paperback
If you think your shit is hot, you better play it back
If you faggots say my name, you better take it back
If you rappers try to bite, you better spit it back
'Fore I catch you gettin' smacked with this paperback
[Outro]
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