Bet On Your Bars 2

You can turn me up a little bit in the headphones Skinny Yeap, right there perfect Got to keep this shit in mind Gotta stay focused Way, whattup boy You done gave up on your dreams three times But got advice on how to reach mine I'll decline Crowds at your shows look like your high school reunions So if I'm not included, I think that I'll be fine They watch my videos and rewind Closely study each line Trying to find the flaws and the weaknesses in my design Meantime, I'm showing Black men how to free minds Letting niggas gossip like women in they free time Me I don't have much of that These rappers just a punching bag I drop a tape, they drop a tape the plays they get I double that Then I triple that, then I quadruple that You still think these niggas hotter with your stupid ass On songs all you do is brag Bout how they let the ruger clap Someone from ya own community be who you shooting at You think it's a punchline Black man that's self hate Need to meditate Sit and get your mental health straight Skinny say it's showtime Rappers getting clothes lined Start spitting gangstas throw signs Niggas know that's it's go time Been a hunnid yard drive This music shit is a slow grind You niggas had a co-sign Got the ball at the goal line Slow down Really the artist you aspire to be That write to the beat And tell the world his entire beliefs Desire and grief Before me that my type was extinct You just money and bitches like that's all to life in the streets Rockford nigga, you a sucka emcee And what you've done in six years we got done in six weeks City gave em to you I think you done with them keys Fuck niggas know I run the Eight Hunnid Fifteen You fly in real life but a bum with sixteens Rappin ain't for him tell your son to switch dreams Or pointless hope leave em comatose Take the auto tune off they songs got no soul or hope Against them I'm invulnerable Kill em I ain't culpable Plant the seeds that make the culture grow My throne comfortable Try to pull me into beef when they ambition running low I get to throwing thunderbolts I'm Smaug when they wanting smoke Wooo, his lungs is toast, once im done with bro Gang bangers in the back screaming fuck em foe Eight One Five, know I'm on a roll Black Rabbit money mob we untouchable Saying I got fake views Is fake news Can show you every stream, every person, every state too I know it burn you in your soul that it ain't you Your songs don't get playback Tapes don't get play through Nobody wants to stay tuned Ya debut Stemmed in Black self destruction nigga you a straight coon Stay cool Pick up that mic, run my fade fool You been a fuck nigga since grade school They always try to tell me rap is subjective When they homie lyrics is basic but, camera aesthetics impressive Be the same niggas read my status, listen to records And think everything I say about em like they one of my exes Way died that was the death of a legend The aftermath showed me niggas got no morals or ethics I'm the reason they threatened I'm Tupac resurrected Me and Skinny flexing Need a check for the check in