Burden - Me Vs. The Internet Lyrics

So you want to be a rapper ,
Lookit here u little mother f*ckin bastard ,
You ain't black man you must have this shit backwards,
You look whack, and you gotta no damn swagger,
You all cap, don't be surprised if I'm laughing
You got a better shot at actin,
Why you want to be a damn vulture?
Appropriate culture,
And praise Eminem like a God with a sculpture,
-I wouldn't get my hopes up,
Lemme guess, Every song that you makes about how much of a gangster you wish you was,
But you ain't tough and you ain't thuggin like you say that you do ,
Tell the truth, you ain't shootin, you ain't crip, ain't blood,
Prolly tattoo your face, and warship the devil on your platforms all tryna to get you a buzz
 Who knew it, the music, had so much influence, on kids with the shit that it does

I DID, FUCK YOU, is all I wanted to say,
To anyone who ever stood in my way,
Take a look at my face,
Do you see someone who pays the mind, or takes time, For other motherf*cker to hate,
 you're too quick to abort me,
Why you can't just support me?, I tag you all in my posts, y'all ignore me,
Awe -poor ME, what a sad story,
Y'all bout to force me,
To show you what I got in me,
Probably,
Take the rap game in a monopoly,
Rotten to the core, no one dare try stopping me,
Came to steal the limelight,
-it's a robbery,
-I'm a artist expressing, my heart as a weapon regardless, ain't no one discarding my session,
Get millions of views, I'm in this bitch now,
Ooh, Pardon my presence,

So What you got a couple of views, you prolly paid for em,
-I got paid for em,
Man you ain't got fans,
Lil bitch I got Stans,
And I got songs that belong in the top 10,
Boy I've been raw so long, how can I not win

You ain't got clout,
You ain't got enough cash,
And you're not Very interesting honestly
You don't look like a star,
No one knows who you are,
still performing at bars?, Gotta be,

And I guarantee you're Gucci, your Louis, your jewelry, bet all of its fake,
Sort of like the stories you told in your music
Been rappin For years but it all was a waste,
man you need to hang it up, go apply for a job,

Fool I done put in way too much work for me to stop,
like what if I went viral next time that I drop,
I gotta make it happen so it's f*ck what you thought,

I see all your comments, you entertain Internet trolls, defending your posts, and your lil buddies pretending you dope, here's what I know,
You're a mother f*ckin wannabe
-That's why I never play your shit when it's in front of me, I just don't like it, I'd rather listen to mumbling
 -claim that you're hungry for the spot, but your stomach aint rumbling

tell me what's the point of this,
You spend your time online being annoying bitch
 in real life, you the type, that I be toyin with, ain't ask what you thought of me me, why the hell you bother me
Don't let me catch you on the back street,
I hop out, you gone run or get your ass beat,
Exactly, what I thought, shoulda knew you was an athlete,
When you was typin in max speed,
Don't even @ me, messin up my energy
We never met, but it's looking like we're enemies
Slappin the f*ck outta you could be a tendency
Next time you see me on your timeline, you let it be,
And you can tell your mama she a nasty hoe,
And that I lied when I told her no one has to know,
You dirty bitch, you'll be living with the rats and roaches, what the f*ck man, somebody just flagged the post