Taylor

I sit back with this Mac in my lap for attack With a sack of a pack smell just like an ass crack Had no food on my plate So I had to be great And y'all can't relate But you still seem to hate I just can't imagine Sitting on my broke ass mad at someone cause the money they stacking You see what I'm packing You know I ain't lacking If not then pull up if you think that I'm acting I'm not with the fake shit I'm not with the hating I'm not one to take shit so don't test my patience Used to say I ain't shit now they love I'm famous Karma will fuck you in the anus it ain't gon be painless Used to watch his videos on MTV Now I'm bumping beats and lyrics by me And I just can't believe it kills me to see Me growing up and Eminem turning shitty I'm like a weird uncle play with me you get touched He keep talking big time he gon get rushed Fuck her till she walk with a limp needa crutch I'm getting money no such thing as too much They address me as pedal cause I come in clutch I'm no bitch you'll get clapped you accuse me of such Yes I get money but all of it's hush Leave white shit in her throat like she got thrush Can't no female make me cry like these dabs Pull up flexing how come I ain't got abs We might got issues my chain he won't grab Cause he know I'll pop his ass like a tab And I ain't gonna trip But you jus might slip In my fucking drip Glock that's on my hip I take me a rip Off of this zip My Dick she gon grip In between her lips When I was broke I wasn't shit to them now they brag they knew me Dodge fake shit like it's bullets and I'm the matrix but this ain't no movie And when I make it to the top you know that the top is the same place my crew will be I beat the lil bitch's kitty up like I'm committing animal cruelty Lemme tell you what it's like when you rap being white Not a person in sight to see what it's like When I'm spitting on the mic and they tell me take a hike Because of what I look like no the weight on my shoulders ain't light So I just hold tight Pray I'll be alright But I ain't got no fight Nah that shit up and left Right along with my feelings start to think someone committed a theft Got the glock to my left Pop it off till I'm def We out in the field with no ref And we working to death Whether that be slangin tree or some meth U jus gotta stick to what you do best Yeah that's what they tell ya They don't mention feds catch you once you labeled a failure I gave him smoke now he needa inhaler 22 in the clip like I named the Glock Taylor Like I named the Glock Swift Getting cheddar no swiss When I shoot I don't miss She gave my dick a kiss Soon as she seen my wrist Cause it's hard to miss Same with all the THC flowing through my piss I'm out of this world like Paul I ain't talking bout Chris If I start imma finish I ain't calling it quits I'm a genuine person as real as it gets I'll throw the bitch out I ain't dealing with fits I'll buy a new car I ain't getting no kit Shoulda named me Dee Watkins I'm a bad ass jit Now I'm throwing all this money on a bad ass bitch When I dropped my song that's a bad ass hit Little did they know I done had that shit Now I pull up to the bank where my bag at bitch Only real ones with me we can't have no snitch