Stop Making Stupid People Famous

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Gio Martini

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A lot of people ask me 
Why I do this
Know what I tell em?
Because I fuckin want to

Now let me start off by sayin I hate these mumble queens 
I m here to f*ck your careers I brought the vasoline 
Bout to set this beat on fire spittin gasoline 
These dirty bitches jumpin dick to dick I call em trampolines 
Puttin emcees  to sleep they call me ketamine 
The metaphors on methamphetamine 
You not as dope as me 
F*ck an image I been made for what I was meant to be 
Gang bangers rockin women jeans they ain't men to me 
Broke as f*ck and rockin jewelry it don't make sense to me 
I used to call em  faggots Instagram is tryna sensor me
This a love connection I was made for rap
My flow is tighter than my dick in hand when it's been double wrapped 
Say you at the top then where your levels at
You keep on takin shots like Kobe Bryant I will double that
This ain't been target Practice homie this a kill shot
You laughin at me now but on your knees when the mil drops 
Now I got em shakin Michael j fox 
Say I lost my handle, that I'm  dull but then my blades not 
Better fuckin run when the Grenades rocks
Say they want the beef then come and get it when the plates got 
Taking over shit ain't none of you dudes stoppin me 
They callin me jackpot, cuz when I spit I hit the lottery 
Compare to  these mumble rappers can't believe the mockery 
class of my own you hatin faggots couldn't bother me 
My mama always told me  I was made for this
Now they tell me switch my image fuckin change for shit
Iraq vet f*ck an itch I got a trigger twitch,
I'm takin medication but no pill will fix a broken switch 

A lot of people tell me just to let it go 
Pick a different genre or better flow 
Never get a deal or make a record gold
When I make it big I'll send the letters home

I'm as tight as rappin gets I bet ya wife admits 
They callin me dead shot cuz any song I makin sniper hits 
They tryna get me to make sum club bangers or wife shit 
Rather talk about real life and get my dick sucked by a psycho bitch 
Fuckin head case insane  to even write like this
You talk about shootin guns  you a coward scared to fight wit fists  
In school I was a disease, battle rap and spittin viruses 
Pawnin a stolen wireless and rockin Osyrises 
Go until the wheels fall off I'm tireless 
I heard raps a fuckin death trap I brought a survivor kit
Fake it till you make it man what kind of life is that
They say G I O's the shit, these other kids are diaper rash
Independent rapper I don't f*ck wit the label trash 
They say you not a puppet never mind the strings attached 
That's why I do this by myself wit no weight to cram down 
Cuz ya homies will put they hands in lookin for handouts 
Fresh up out the lab,  they like you the man now 
They begging me to spit cuz I'm Iller than mad cow 
You Tryna catch me slippin, watch me serve em like talapia 
You  Fuckin wit an Italian one call I'm bringin the mafia 

Im sick of famous rappers and the lives they live
Wit they plastic personas like Kardashian hips
I'm aware of my skin tone
So miss me wit that wigga shit
Ya'll just mad cuz your bitch is on this wiggas dick

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