Lyrics

Get out my face
I'mma be a star like I'm flying through space
Passing you the bar 'cause I'm tryna keep pace
Heat up the verse 'cause it's boutta get baked
Got you eating your words, do you like how they taste?
This life is passive aggressive (Yuh yuh)
Why you keep asking me questions? (Blah, blah)
I know that you came for a vengeance
'Cause I saw your name in my mentions
It's gritty, it ain't pretty (Huh? Yuh)
And you're the biggest loser in the city (Sorry)
Now you hating 'cause my life's getting busy
So I'mma make bacon 'cause you look like Mrs. Piggy
Why you stressing?
Now I got you running off your mouth up in my mentions
Man you better pray that I ain't coming for a vengeance
I'm not even sorry, all you wanted was attention
Now we coming back for the bros in the trenches
We in a spaceship, y'all need a facelift
Heavy, the bass hit
I gotta say this: Y'all in the basement, but heaven the placement
So every time I rhyme you know it's public defacement (Defacement)
I don't wanna hear your lame excuses
You left us on that planet forever
You are no longer my favorite
Look, run little man, run little man, run
How you say it's bad when I hold my tongue?
Now I gotta rap, can you hold my gum?
I ate this track and I left no crumbs
Stand up, they came to me for the anthem
I hold the beat for a ransom, the fees pretty handsome
I'm typing on the keys of a Samsung
If I write a verse, man, it needs to be a slam dunk
Look, you did me wrong, but I'm pretty strong
Now I gotchu on my back like you're Diddy Kong
And I delete the past like I'm JiDion
Never looking back because I have to put my city on
Why you stressing?
Now I got you running off your mouth up in my mentions
Man you better pray that I ain't coming for a vengeance
I'm not even sorry, all you wanted was attention
Now we coming back for the bros in the trenches
We in a spaceship, y'all need a facelift
Heavy, the bass hit
I gotta say this: Y'all in the basement, but heaven the placement
So every time I rhyme you know it's public defacement (Defacement)
Why you stressing?
Now I got you running off your mouth up in my mentions
Man you better pray that I ain't coming for a vengeance
I'm not even sorry, all you wanted was attention
Now we coming back for the bros in the trenches
Written by: Isaac Quazzo, Seth Jacob Fenton
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