Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Lewis M.
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
All of y'all frail
Tellin tall tales
AI writes your raps
Nigga's souls is for sale
Amscray
Y'all can't leave a mark on the champ's face
Algorithms ghostwrote your whole existence.
Rampage on the sham fame niggas
Poppin champagne on the gram
Unconcerned with aesthetics
Don't cater to vultures.
Get it
See, this game
Fuckin lame
I'm past chasing fame
Nigga, dead it
Chasing trends
I'm chasing chins to uppercut with a vengeance.
Snake niggas toe the line
Don't wanna fuck up the bag
Can't walk with broken spines
They slither across the pads
Of MPCs used to make
The beats they drool on
Can't even call it spitting
So, when I say
I pray for you
Take it passive aggressive
Watch what other rappers do
copy, paste, and print it
When you xerox a xerox 50 times
What you're getting
Is a blank page eventually
Fraud
The best part of your shit
Is when a nigga press pause.
I ain't playin no games
Drop the controller
I'm taking down names
Shots from the holster
Don't care where I aim
I'm hitting what's in the way
Better hope it's not you
I'm bringing it to ya face, dawg
I'm playin no games
Drop the controller
I'm taking down names
Shots from the holster
Don't care where I aim
I'm hitting what's in the way
Better hope it's not you
I'm bringing it to ya face
I don't trust y'all niggas
Kvetching bout the culture
Tap dancing on landmines
Attempts to crossover
See, I only wanna rap
Y'all beg whites for respect
Not knowing they ain't gon
Give it to you anyway
BET
Hardly
Any of y'all niggas gon stop me
When half ya listeners is
Just a bunch of fuckin bots, b
Rapping for an audience
Full of closeted nazis
Solely because you confirm
Their assumptions about the lot of us, nigga
It's got me
Considering the logistics
Of me catching a body
Then thinking, wait
I ain't gon beat that case
So, I should prolly
Take this rage to the page.
Yet, they stay giving me pills
To keep my barring at bay
Damn
Dealing with shifty and shade show promoters
Who view me as a means of fulfilling a fuckin quota
So, until further notice
I'm keeping it strictly ILL
I'm on ONE like the amount of
Good Ghostbusters films
I ain't playin no games
Drop the controller
I'm taking down names
Shots from the holster
Don't care where I aim
I'm hitting what's in the way
Better hope it's not you
I'm bringing it to ya face, dawg
I'm playin no games
Drop the controller
I'm taking down names
Shots from the holster
Don't care where I aim
I'm hitting what's in the way
Better hope it's not you
I'm bringing it to ya face
Fake muthafuckaz
Cosplay as trendsetters
Take off the Supreme
You're all a bunch of bedwetters
Flashing all that cash
I ain't impressed, my nigga
Tragically, goofies think
Flexing replaces personality
Seen it all before
You ain't the first, I can promise you
Knocking at your door with a hurst
Body got exhumed
You fuckin zombies
All your idols are false
Go back to stumbling towards
Any style with a pulse
I ain't playin no games
Drop the controller
I'm taking down names
Shots from the holster
Don't care where I aim
I'm hitting what's in the way
Better hope it's not you
I'm bringing it to ya face, dawg
I'm playin no games
Drop the controller
I'm taking down names
Shots from the holster
Don't care where I aim
I'm hitting what's in the way
Better hope it's not you
I'm bringing it to ya face
I ain't playin no games
Motherfuckas
Writer(s): Lewis Morris
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