Lyrics:
talkin' 'bout them rap fools?
Oh, you know how they do it, man
They talk pro-black, but they'll stab you straight in yo back
But you know, Traitors got
shoot
You right in front the cops
And do that 23 hour locked in the box
As a youth I prayed I make it out of poverty
Without rap, I would still be into
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
a lil' freestyle, you know?
The way we can speak to
Each other with non-violent communication
Also, it shouldn't be "non-violent" because
We should say
Was writing these shit's
Oor what's in these shit's man probably
A bunch of bullshit man fuck it check it
How can I trust you when I can't trust me?
Every track a new challenge
But it ain't how you start it's how you finish
Every minute with passion put in
Been bleeding this ink like it's my blood
Kept
another album, it was crack
(you won't)
I can't stop, I won't stop (you won't)
I'm in the studio the day my album drop
Cause I'm tryna get the trophy, homie
album, that shit needed to be scrapped
Can't believe how i've improved, my shit used to be trash
Now it's just bad, can't wait for the fans to react
We
to white and got everyone's undivided attention
Cause your daughter is on it and you can't hide it
Maybe your son tried it, rehab too crowded
You scared,
it
Y'all done needed me cause I can do it by myself
I done started NRD without no motherfucking help
You can try and take the name but it won't feel
the charts, so you could say it's been a busy weekend (Hoo!)
Fuck everybody in the comments who going, "Say it faster!" ("Please!")
I don't give a shit, Playboi
they know and shit
And on that note, I keep it G
Like track four, "Kick in the Door" by Notorious B.I.G.
Don't believe me, look that shit up, I
How’ll I do that, I’ll try astral projection
I can’t even imagine the beast being epic to me
In my childhood
For what he did, he must pay a fee
For it was
and vandalism
And I'd target practice and clean my guns outside the front door
You know, posturing
It's just what poor people have to do
I don't think Noam can
in that like when Von died
It can't be I'm trying to drop the toughest shit you gon' find
I could do a scheme and say to wait for what I have in store
home and puff a fat bag of sess 'til I'm gone
You got this nigga frontin' like he the main event
When his album ain't even last long, it came and went
me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the fact
Your last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand for? (what?)
I know you can't
And you get, corns on your toes
Til your teeth develop hollow coses
But you been goin so long without deodorant you don't even notice it
Motherfucker
Musty fusty yet so crystal clear
The non commercial set is now here
Brought to you by the will of positve people
K are S plus One equals
gratitude I extend to you
Hope ya'll think I ate, like utensils do
I will not hate if you don't think so
Appreciate it even though
This was a journey started
Ya'll can't fathom the depth of the course i'm on
Call 'em out and toss 'em, I ain't talking Pokemon
Barely commented on or fondled by blondes
I wanna
where the corner defenders, ain't talked about by Mel Kiper
Conversation of the greatest, face it, Liv though J
Livvy, like yo momma chili last for seven
hear the tracks that they would spit
I'd bet you they have the urge to pick up the pen
And try to be significantly different, just picture it
A bunch
mad at me
Because they didn’t see my views
Grab the hottest album out and re do it
That’s a goddamn power move stupid
You foolish
Don’t know shit about
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