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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out