Yeah, shit, rap race, I got cats, peddling my status
F*ck who's the best, all this shit is just bias
It reach a point where niggas wanna stand by us
Righteous indignation to Michael Myers, Who
That's the sound of a madman, Indigenous to these trees where I land
I put you to sleep, this is my land, Plural shit, man, I meant to say mylans
These niggas can't dig these bars, Unless you El Chapo, the great Guzman
Sell dope music to these murderers, Now I got my life sentenced to these bars
If the cycle full of rats, get the ratex, Sail under false colours, causing mayhem
Niggas be busy waving up the red flag, I was too ignorant, but now I blow my trumpet
Whack niggas, pound up the pavement, Rap niggas, show up your cadence
You can't dance, you a grown man, you lose fans
You do TikTok, man, you better come with better plans
I understand that you don't comprehend, But who told you it's cool to be a copycat
They fooled you, just like your f*cking ex, I'ma feed you these Dex beats with no romance
Circle tight like virgins, But my swag to fly like pigeons
I humble all the dogs, cause I stick to my mission, Listen to this shit, it raises all suspicions
Feel it, murder murder, Spooky like Annabella
A cat burglar, How I just climbed ladders
To the charts, but I feel like Mayweather, But my punchline hits like McGregor
Shit, I'm done, You can jerk off to this beat if you want
Let's get it
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Yeah, shit, rap race, I got cats, peddling my status
F*ck who's the best, all this shit is just bias
It reach a point where niggas wanna stand by us
Righteous indignation to Michael Myers, Who
That's the sound of a madman, Indigenous to these trees where I land
I put you to sleep, this is my land, Plural shit, man, I meant to say mylans
These niggas can't dig these bars, Unless you El Chapo, the great Guzman
Sell dope music to these murderers, Now I got my life sentenced to these bars
If the cycle full of rats, get the ratex, Sail under false colours, causing mayhem
Niggas be busy waving up the red flag, I was too ignorant, but now I blow my trumpet
Whack niggas, pound up the pavement, Rap niggas, show up your cadence
You can't dance, you a grown man, you lose fans
You do TikTok, man, you better come with better plans
I understand that you don't comprehend, But who told you it's cool to be a copycat
They fooled you, just like your f*cking ex, I'ma feed you these Dex beats with no romance
Circle tight like virgins, But my swag to fly like pigeons
I humble all the dogs, cause I stick to my mission, Listen to this shit, it raises all suspicions
Feel it, murder murder, Spooky like Annabella
A cat burglar, How I just climbed ladders
To the charts, but I feel like Mayweather, But my punchline hits like McGregor
Shit, I'm done, You can jerk off to this beat if you want
Let's get it
F*ck who's the best, all this shit is just bias
It reach a point where niggas wanna stand by us
Righteous indignation to Michael Myers, Who
That's the sound of a madman, Indigenous to these trees where I land
I put you to sleep, this is my land, Plural shit, man, I meant to say mylans
These niggas can't dig these bars, Unless you El Chapo, the great Guzman
Sell dope music to these murderers, Now I got my life sentenced to these bars
If the cycle full of rats, get the ratex, Sail under false colours, causing mayhem
Niggas be busy waving up the red flag, I was too ignorant, but now I blow my trumpet
Whack niggas, pound up the pavement, Rap niggas, show up your cadence
You can't dance, you a grown man, you lose fans
You do TikTok, man, you better come with better plans
I understand that you don't comprehend, But who told you it's cool to be a copycat
They fooled you, just like your f*cking ex, I'ma feed you these Dex beats with no romance
Circle tight like virgins, But my swag to fly like pigeons
I humble all the dogs, cause I stick to my mission, Listen to this shit, it raises all suspicions
Feel it, murder murder, Spooky like Annabella
A cat burglar, How I just climbed ladders
To the charts, but I feel like Mayweather, But my punchline hits like McGregor
Shit, I'm done, You can jerk off to this beat if you want
Let's get it
Writer: Given Shabangu
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid