I do this on my own
And anybody hates
Then I keep going
I make sure that I prove
That I am dope
I'm gonna make the charts
Yeah that I know
But I'm hated by All
Hated by all And it's kinda unclear to me
You see the way I'm rappin what im packin in these lucky jeans
This white boy look
Ima laughing stock and typically
I'd take the ass beating but I'm over that initially
And physically
I can smash you
Your bitch she a baboon
You the clown in the classroom
I'm the dunce with the mad crew
You the bad boy with the motorcycles and tattoos
I should be scared but I'll entertain you
Ha ha you funny
All this beat killings redundant
I'm running outta patience im adjacent to your buddy
We all focused on money honey He get it really funny
How he moving on the block could make that bozo a dummy
But the greatest will prevail
I'm going up and I won't fail
F*ck these bitches they ain't real
They only want you in a cell
And you lookin a little pale
I'm a ghost and I just hover
Disappear under cover
Like star crossed lovers
I do this on my own
And anybody hates
Then I keep going
I make sure that I prove
That I am dope
I'm gonna make the charts
Yeah that I know
But I'm hated by All
16 Bars I want 16 cars
I want 32 broads
In only 48 hours
I know the work is just a thing I gotta do for the gods
I gotta prove that I can make it
I'm aligning the stars
I'm a poet who didn't know it
I'm opening a potion
That can leave you catastrophic
Into shambles in the ocean
Call me dexter Morgan
Ima cut your organs play an organ
While I argue with you that the word orange rhymes with door hinge
And I really have to bug
Cause nobody show me love
Got the talent and the odds
Now my favor never stopped
But I never flop and i
Am a whole baller
Now a shot caller
Got the shots callin
I'm whiling
Whoah
Now I switch a choppy flow
Throw a little auto tune
That'll cure my lack of talent here we go
Ohh woahh
Oh shit you didn't get it
I'm just saying there's another way to do this lemme show you lemme kick it
I do this on my own
And anybody hates
Then I keep going
I make sure that I prove
That I am dope
I'm gonna make the charts
Yeah that I know
But I'm hated by All
I asked one of my fans who was a whiz wit a pen
His name glen
Did he like my new music and ehhh
Got no response for days
So I pushed and I prodded
Cause my music is poppin
F*ck all the singing get the rap and go body
All these tracks be about it
So im feeing the mileage
Nobody even cares when I'm trying
Ima keep stalking
This rap game from afar
Getting bags to them real bars
Stay the f*ck back or I'll kill y'all
I'm too tall six six
Keep a bad bitch that can take dick
All you young hoes can't cause your pussies is makeshift
I make this
Banger of a track
Just to show you why I'm hated
I lace this weed with K2 and I blaze this
Oh wait I don't think
What the f*ck did I say
Doing stupid shit every damn day
I just play with bam bam in this park
For music we don't stop
I relay this whole race it's all bars
I do this on my own
And anybody hates
Then I keep going
I make sure that I prove
That I am dope
I'm gonna make the charts
Yeah that I know
But I'm hated by All
Yeah haha Young Blazer
Ayo Bam Bam don't do that
Come on bro Don't do that
Yo honestly bro
You sounded better the first time I'm not gonna lie
Are you serious bro
There's no f*cking way
That's why I'm the engineer bro I'm telling you