Flythe - Touchè Lyrics

You ain't really hip to the game
From the outside in
Here's a tip to the game
Don't believe the hype
Don't believe it
Don't believe it
Don't believe the hype
I'm the Lord of this
Pray to God that I never get bored of it
I'm recording this shit
But it started as a lil detail, hear me out
It's more to it
Tore through the thin sheets of the looseleaf
On my first good try n' shit
Niggas animals and really I'm Dolittle to niggas
Talk to me, I'll tell you who do little, don't lie my nig
Search n destroy on the calm, in the cut
When it's dark outside, n they blind as f*ck mindset
When you ain't got one to give
In the rap game nigga, what's done is dead
And what's fun is fake, the cars, the cash, the ass cheeks
Really I'm past weak on weak niggas who fake life for fake love
And a couple of likes, it's f*cked up but they loving right
Naw nigga, put yourself to the side
Put yourself in the eyes of a young black male in a cold dark hell
No father home and all he got is his mom and the hottest phone
And there you are with real life problems
Hiding behind the facade's and the dolla's u owe to the label
Ya life is a fable you tell to the young black males
You ain't really hip to the game
What a shame
Cause the niggas who spit is the blame
Nigga's won't admit it's a game
Nigga's won't admit its a shame
Two lanes we be living our lives in
Touché to the nigga's who got rich but if it's all lies
Tell them nigga's to stop it
Dumb nigga's living life in a pocket
You ain't really hip to the game
What a shame
Cause the niggas who spit is the blame
Nigga's won't admit it's a game
Nigga's won't admit its a shame
Two lanes we be living our lives in
Touché to the nigga's who got rich but if it's all lies
Tell them nigga's to stop it
Dumb nigga's living life in a pocket
Cause niggas ain't shit
And I seen it with my own two lenses
For a tweet and a mention
These nigga's will worship the vision
I'm speaking the truth you should listen
I'm expecting the proof to deliver the truth to the youth
Hope it ain't too hot in the kitchen
The roof don't drop if you're pushing a lemon but
A pen and a Hancock ain't
What you think
Dreams don't live in the ink
It's a trip what these young niggas think these days
Run shit, you gotta break dem legs in the process
Still bounce back from doctors
I'ma beast, yea a goddamn Loch Ness
Lost in the game but I got this
I'm a king with a dream in his noggin
A hell of a problem for dweebs who need me to stop it
I'ma crop this year
Yeah I'ma crop these niggas out the JPG
No more space for the hatred
Can't be late for my date, wit fate I been waiting for
It's no April fools
I'm done dealing wit nigga's wit no patience
I'm done dealing wit niggas wit no respect
Can't help a nigga wit a defect
Shit don't work, gotta eject
Neglect bad energy, that's an infestation of hatred
A tough situation
You think that shit is a justification
No bullshit, that's a lie to yourself
And it's clear that u lost ya soul to the fake shit
You lost ya soul to the fake shit
You ain't really hip to the game
From the outside in
Here's a tip to the game
Don't believe the hype
Don't believe it
Don't believe the hype
You ain't really hip to the game
What a shame
Cause the niggas who spit is the blame
Nigga's won't admit it's a game
Nigga's won't admit its a shame
Two lanes we be living our lives in
Touché to the nigga's who got rich but if it's all lies
Tell them nigga's to stop it
Dumb nigga's living life in a pocket