Finchey! - White People Lyrics

Bars come hard, yours come soft
3 mil on me, boy know the cost
Flung into space, weak mc's tossed
Battlin me, that's your damn loss
A bunch of white boys, minds slow, rhymes fast
Don't fall for their ploys, their bars are still ass
The horde annoys, don't shit talk trap
Y'all spent more time practicing flows than writing raps
I'll rap over trap beats, while call them shit
Wow that's clever, move on idiot
Jokes played out, it died 2 years ago
Just make your shit, don't be a dick bro
Don't mess with the finch, i'll throw you off a cliff
Go buy a nice coffin, body bags will have you zipped
You peaked a while back, now your being eclipsed
By more interesting rappers, the view counts have dipped
Mumble rap is such a dumb phrase
Listen to carti, I understand what he says
Third eye open, man you look crazed
Songs have you chokin, your rhyme game is lame
Pitiful lames, miserable dames
Can't look you up, forgot all your names
The way rhymes are phrased, battle rappers emblazed
Bland ass beats, every lyric is played
A bass and some hats, "Wow thats wack!"
"Beats lack complexity, look way back!"
"Love boom bap, I'm such a big fan of tupac!"
"He made that one song, and I think he was black!"
Kids don't know lib, el-p or mf doom
They ain't know tip, kweli or your old droog
Idiot 14 year olds, "If it ain't fast it ain't cool"
Man shut up dude, you look like a fool