[ Featuring Gustavo Beats ]
Ayy, you know, they tell me they either kinda like me or they hate me, I don't know
They don't like me, cause I ain't flossin' all icy
And I'm callin' out your favorite rappers like it's strike three
Got you ride or die wantin' to be wifey
My street mentality keep damaging your psyche
But me givin' a f*ck what you think is unlikely
And next time I won't say it so politely
It's like lightning and raindrops
I disrupt your natural order of things
You prayin' the pain stops
I came to rain shots, prepared for gritty war
More like a drunk at an open tap titty bar
There's nothin' you could ever do that's gonna hit me hard
Any given night, I could end up in the city morgue
I came for the smoke, that's what I brought the Phillies for
You could leave or you could go, I'm good with either or
Bound to hit you with some shit you never seen before
Spittin' out the meanest raw, puffin' on the greenest pure
And that's it
I do my thing, they do their thing
I don't bother nobody, but still
They don't love me, got em mean muggin' all ugly
And I ain't even poppin' any bubbly
I'm livin' life comfy, smooth, leave the rah rah for you
All that blah blah you spew, got nada
I deaded all my drama, aided by a couple puffs of lala
I be flyin' high like I had a pair of alas
I don't follow rules porque no me da la gana
So be proud if I ever call you pana
You ain't gotta like me, but I think you kinda wanna
Cause you see a soldier made from a culture that'll die for honor
Plus I rep it hard, pullin' no punches up in my repertoire
You gotta step up your bars to even step to the God
I got an appetite that rivals any pack of dogs
So I suggest you set aside that little act of yours
Even if I got a full plate, I might be snatchin' yours
Blast the ratchet and just pass it off
I don't wanna do that though
Don't make me be him
Let me live man, let me live
Now they hate me, heard em pop a lot of shit lately
Cause the real ones relate to me, I'm here to fill the vacancy
I see you puttin' in work, filling in capably
But you a dime a dozen, while they seein' somethin' great in me
I say it blatantly, quick draw, no double clutch
Here's my opinion and a f*ck you very much
My opinion is you couldn't pick a one out of the bunch
Of rappers sayin' somethin' worth givin' a f*ck
They all actors, Steven Seagala, they need practice
We don't believe you, Holmes, you lack the total package
You could be Hulk Hogan, I'll be Randy Savage
And while we blurtin' out truths, your best is barely average
Now I'm askin', this ain't it, is it?
If so, the future look bleeker than Greenwich Village
For the sake of art I'm crushin' the weak, don't get diminished
One, two, three, you're finished
