They say imitations the sincerest form of flattery, that's flattering
But the way y'all follow me, I'm flabbergasted by your fallacy
F*ckin fake fans, becoming rappers just to challenge me
Like they gon' bring their cavalry to Calgary to battle me
Let's see it bitch, I spit bullets and bring the heat to kids
They'll riddle thru ur ligaments, I'm on my E.Nygma shit
Speak of which, riddle me this
Why do u wreak of fish
And love getting beat by a dick?...cuz you a pussy
Now think a bit, I don't mean a feline but scratch it
He said he keep it lit, I keep it litter than some cat shit
The difference between me and these hissing little bastards
Is they be tryna mix-in, while I'm focussed on my masters
A tru audiophile, You on a trial
You can barely bounce an audio file
I'm an engineer, you can not contend with what I hear
Feeling it revving yeah it's like I gotta engine in my ear
And it's sounding like an Audi yo, But it's just my audio
See me at the lights and its adios, vamonos...speakers bang
Hear me 100 meters away, Off a legal strain
U can smell the gas, like a leaking tank
What a scene to paint, dog I'm bob ross
U wanna mix fire and water? Well come along watch
U can paint a canvas with pastels and raw splots
Or u can take my album and just bang it at the car wash
Now that ur all washed up, think u shining on the wax, ima leave a star struck
Doesn't matter if u in a large truck, car or bus
We riding like when Ruff Ryderz threw them R's up
First they gon' stop, and then they gon' drop
Showed up looking Gucci , u leaving looking Fetty Wap
This is more bars then a celly block
Like I left u blocked on my celly we could never talk
U cannot, put our names, in the same conversation, were not relating
Atheists to pagan, a vagrant verse a made man
We are not the same fam, so don't say my name when u talking bout these lame ass
Trash ass rappers, ass backwards, Lil tay fans
I'd rather be labeled Stan, then to ever listen to your fav tracks
Playlist looking like a special ed, safe grad
Whole squad loonier than Space Jam
Maybe if I take xans, got a couple face tats
Copped a new chain, went n threw away my ray bans
Cartier frames might fit the new game plan
And if I changed all that, maybe then I could make bands
But if u only listened when I write raps
U would know that everything I sprays gas
Like that old man Buddy, on that last day he passed
On them Ozark lakes, flame to the poppy, like a drake hash tag
On his Instagram page, that a fan made
Every time he says 'yehhh'
They be like that's flame, champagne Papi
Get it popping like some champagne
Bet y'all ain't even listen to what Trav's saying
If you did it could be minds blown, like a coal mine explodes
Speaking of Cole, shout out to Merk, striking gold
And he's living in my hometown but travelling the globe
I just wanted u to know, that's inspiring to O
And I'll probably never blow up near to the same level
But at least we gotta play the same venue
And if I do go viral on top of this instrumental
Just know my heart beats to the tempo
I'll give u 8 more bars and then I'm done
This the outro to TAOTFW
This is me not writing to a beat
Yall in trouble cuz my next EP's when 'Dreams Come Tru'
Don't mean to spoil the surprise, but if you feeling my rhymes
And if you made this far, homie you like my crew
So it's a double Ep, and all these other emcees
About to die if they sleeping on 'Nightmares 2'
Travis Omen - 68 Bars (Outro) Lyrics
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They say imitations the sincerest form of flattery, that's flattering
But the way y'all follow me, I'm flabbergasted by your fallacy
F*ckin fake fans, becoming rappers just to challenge me
Like they gon' bring their cavalry to Calgary to battle me
Let's see it bitch, I spit bullets and bring the heat to kids
They'll riddle thru ur ligaments, I'm on my E.Nygma shit
Speak of which, riddle me this
Why do u wreak of fish
And love getting beat by a dick?...cuz you a pussy
Now think a bit, I don't mean a feline but scratch it
He said he keep it lit, I keep it litter than some cat shit
The difference between me and these hissing little bastards
Is they be tryna mix-in, while I'm focussed on my masters
A tru audiophile, You on a trial
You can barely bounce an audio file
I'm an engineer, you can not contend with what I hear
Feeling it revving yeah it's like I gotta engine in my ear
And it's sounding like an Audi yo, But it's just my audio
See me at the lights and its adios, vamonos...speakers bang
Hear me 100 meters away, Off a legal strain
U can smell the gas, like a leaking tank
What a scene to paint, dog I'm bob ross
U wanna mix fire and water? Well come along watch
U can paint a canvas with pastels and raw splots
Or u can take my album and just bang it at the car wash
Now that ur all washed up, think u shining on the wax, ima leave a star struck
Doesn't matter if u in a large truck, car or bus
We riding like when Ruff Ryderz threw them R's up
First they gon' stop, and then they gon' drop
Showed up looking Gucci , u leaving looking Fetty Wap
This is more bars then a celly block
Like I left u blocked on my celly we could never talk
U cannot, put our names, in the same conversation, were not relating
Atheists to pagan, a vagrant verse a made man
We are not the same fam, so don't say my name when u talking bout these lame ass
Trash ass rappers, ass backwards, Lil tay fans
I'd rather be labeled Stan, then to ever listen to your fav tracks
Playlist looking like a special ed, safe grad
Whole squad loonier than Space Jam
Maybe if I take xans, got a couple face tats
Copped a new chain, went n threw away my ray bans
Cartier frames might fit the new game plan
And if I changed all that, maybe then I could make bands
But if u only listened when I write raps
U would know that everything I sprays gas
Like that old man Buddy, on that last day he passed
On them Ozark lakes, flame to the poppy, like a drake hash tag
On his Instagram page, that a fan made
Every time he says 'yehhh'
They be like that's flame, champagne Papi
Get it popping like some champagne
Bet y'all ain't even listen to what Trav's saying
If you did it could be minds blown, like a coal mine explodes
Speaking of Cole, shout out to Merk, striking gold
And he's living in my hometown but travelling the globe
I just wanted u to know, that's inspiring to O
And I'll probably never blow up near to the same level
But at least we gotta play the same venue
And if I do go viral on top of this instrumental
Just know my heart beats to the tempo
I'll give u 8 more bars and then I'm done
This the outro to TAOTFW
This is me not writing to a beat
Yall in trouble cuz my next EP's when 'Dreams Come Tru'
Don't mean to spoil the surprise, but if you feeling my rhymes
And if you made this far, homie you like my crew
So it's a double Ep, and all these other emcees
About to die if they sleeping on 'Nightmares 2'
But the way y'all follow me, I'm flabbergasted by your fallacy
F*ckin fake fans, becoming rappers just to challenge me
Like they gon' bring their cavalry to Calgary to battle me
Let's see it bitch, I spit bullets and bring the heat to kids
They'll riddle thru ur ligaments, I'm on my E.Nygma shit
Speak of which, riddle me this
Why do u wreak of fish
And love getting beat by a dick?...cuz you a pussy
Now think a bit, I don't mean a feline but scratch it
He said he keep it lit, I keep it litter than some cat shit
The difference between me and these hissing little bastards
Is they be tryna mix-in, while I'm focussed on my masters
A tru audiophile, You on a trial
You can barely bounce an audio file
I'm an engineer, you can not contend with what I hear
Feeling it revving yeah it's like I gotta engine in my ear
And it's sounding like an Audi yo, But it's just my audio
See me at the lights and its adios, vamonos...speakers bang
Hear me 100 meters away, Off a legal strain
U can smell the gas, like a leaking tank
What a scene to paint, dog I'm bob ross
U wanna mix fire and water? Well come along watch
U can paint a canvas with pastels and raw splots
Or u can take my album and just bang it at the car wash
Now that ur all washed up, think u shining on the wax, ima leave a star struck
Doesn't matter if u in a large truck, car or bus
We riding like when Ruff Ryderz threw them R's up
First they gon' stop, and then they gon' drop
Showed up looking Gucci , u leaving looking Fetty Wap
This is more bars then a celly block
Like I left u blocked on my celly we could never talk
U cannot, put our names, in the same conversation, were not relating
Atheists to pagan, a vagrant verse a made man
We are not the same fam, so don't say my name when u talking bout these lame ass
Trash ass rappers, ass backwards, Lil tay fans
I'd rather be labeled Stan, then to ever listen to your fav tracks
Playlist looking like a special ed, safe grad
Whole squad loonier than Space Jam
Maybe if I take xans, got a couple face tats
Copped a new chain, went n threw away my ray bans
Cartier frames might fit the new game plan
And if I changed all that, maybe then I could make bands
But if u only listened when I write raps
U would know that everything I sprays gas
Like that old man Buddy, on that last day he passed
On them Ozark lakes, flame to the poppy, like a drake hash tag
On his Instagram page, that a fan made
Every time he says 'yehhh'
They be like that's flame, champagne Papi
Get it popping like some champagne
Bet y'all ain't even listen to what Trav's saying
If you did it could be minds blown, like a coal mine explodes
Speaking of Cole, shout out to Merk, striking gold
And he's living in my hometown but travelling the globe
I just wanted u to know, that's inspiring to O
And I'll probably never blow up near to the same level
But at least we gotta play the same venue
And if I do go viral on top of this instrumental
Just know my heart beats to the tempo
I'll give u 8 more bars and then I'm done
This the outro to TAOTFW
This is me not writing to a beat
Yall in trouble cuz my next EP's when 'Dreams Come Tru'
Don't mean to spoil the surprise, but if you feeling my rhymes
And if you made this far, homie you like my crew
So it's a double Ep, and all these other emcees
About to die if they sleeping on 'Nightmares 2'
Writer: Travis Omen
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid