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I remember a time, in hip-hop
Where you had to be so different from the next person
Or you were trash
There's a shift somewhere that happened
That if it doesn't sound like everything else
It's trash automatically
Everybody wanna do the same thing
Try the gangsta rap and fake claim
But they ain't really bout it, their shit is so misguided
So they putting on a front just to maintain
Cuz they really want the clout and the streams
Tryna make everything bigger than it seems
Try to do emo rap, but ain't really that deep
Everybody sounds the same nowadays cuz they all sheep
Now tell me what happened to the wordsmiths
All these Migos imitators so worthless
All these clowns running around, this feels like a circus
I sense a disturbance
In the force, yes of course, destruction is imminent
I just be chilling at top of the pyramid
Of the game as a millennial lyricist
But every time them wack niggas rap I'm hearing this
These niggas claiming they roll with the clique
These niggas claiming they f*ck on yo bitch
These niggas claim that they filthy and rich
These niggas claim they got ice on they wrist
These niggas claiming they bloods and they crips
These niggas claim they got heat on they hip
These niggas claim that you gonna get hit
These niggas always just talking that shit
Tell me if these niggas really about it
(Ugh) I doubt it
So they better shut it down before I call them out
Exposing all these niggas that be acting for the clout
You can pack a blunt, but you won't pack a gun
You the type a nigga to be runnin up the funds,
Tryna be flashy, try too hard to flex
Everybody hard, till they end up like X
Now there be some niggas that stay woke
And other niggas that's fake woke
It seems like everybody wanna be someone that they really not
So they making shit up when they jot
But niggas coming for me, cuz everything I spit is just real word
Cuz I feel hurt
But you niggas don't want problems because you still heard
That I'm still motherf*cking Triillbert (Bitch)
So all you f*cking rappers tryna act like you hard
You will never reach my skill that's gon' be the longest yard
I'm not talking about no Xanax when I say that I got some bars
Half of y'all niggas tryna walk on the moon, I'm in outer f*cking space and I'm dancing with the stars
(Better than me?) It cannot be proven
(Triill is forever!) So just keep it moving
The teacher's the student, allergic to losing
I'ma go until I win, bitch, I'll fight with a tooth and
A nail, and prevail, and I'll do it myself
Even if I have to walk all through hell
There'll always be stories about me to tell
This is The Legend of Triill
Them niggas really don't roll with the clique
Them niggas really ain't f*ck on yo bitch
Them niggas really ain't filthy and rich
Them niggas ain't got no ice on they wrist
Them niggas really ain't bloods or no crips
Them niggas ain't no got heat on they hip
Them niggas know that you ain't gonna get hit
Them niggas still gonna be talking that shit