Triillbert - The Legend Lyrics

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 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 rap I'm hearing this

These homies claiming they roll with the clique
These homies claiming they smashing your chick
These homies claim that they filthy and rich
These homies claim they got ice on they wrist
These homies claiming they Bloods and they Crips
These homies claim they got heat on they hip
These homies claim that you gonna get hit
These homies always just talking that spit

Tell me if these... really about it
(Ugh) I doubt it
So they better shut it down before I call them out
Exposing all these... that be acting for the clout
You can pack a... but you won't pack a...
You the type a... 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... that stay woke
And other... that's fake woke
It seems like everybody wanna be someone that they really not
So they making... up when they jot
But... coming for me, cuz everything I spit is just real word
Cuz I feel hurt
But you... don't want problems because you still heard
That I'm still... Triillbert
So all you... 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... when I say that I got some bars
Half of y'all... tryna walk on the moon, I'm in outer... 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, 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 homies really don't roll with the clique
Them homies really ain't smashing your chick
Them homies really ain't filthy and rich
Them homies ain't got no ice on they wrist
Them homies really ain't Bloods or no Crips
Them homies ain't no got heat on they hip
Them homies know that you ain't gonna get hit
Them homies still gonna be talking that spit