PAC-MAN

I hate the fact that Niggas claim I've went soft Do you know who you fucking with man Goddamn Okay Look First things first, let me set the record straight yeah I hate it when you put a label on me like I'm Nike or Adidas Get it Cause I ain't no trapper nor a rapper I'm just another man Yeah Who use his music as a platform to deal with his pain Cause therapy's expensive for a black man Started writing mad songs at the back of math class, it was calculated Let's take it back to the days when We was freestyling in the corridors with my homie Tim Wordplay so sick, flow on beast mode They labelled me Verbal Assassin, kill 'em all Body count stacked up like a gravesite If you go against me, that's your last fight Hmm I bet you thought I was done right Cause you heard I'm singing love songs Niggas taking shots through the grapevine But when they meet you in the street, boy they fan out But I ain't even mad, cause you look like a bitch with a ball sack You, gassed up for the plays on your SoundCloud Boy, don't be acting like a superstar I been making hits since you were getting hit Compared to me, uchiri mupfana Hmm Tsvaga zvimwe zvekutamba nazvo, cause if you want that smoke You will get it Look, handi kwate munhu ndinobhura Iwe, bar for bar, unonyura Hmm Try to copy me, haibude Haunga tenge staira yangu inodhura I-I-I been in my bag so I'm war ready Yes, I'm a singing nigga but I'm bar heavy A bloodbath when I rap, boy it ain't safe Michael Myers on Halloween, I'm a nightmare New wave niggas say they got the drip but It's more like a drop in the ocean I hope you niggas taking notes cause I ain't gon' say this shit twice bruh How your outfit matter more than your bars How you flexing on the gram with your mom's car Say your chain iced out but it don't shine But who am I to judge? I ain't God, right I'm keeping niggas checked like it's chess How you a goat when your song got a one hundred plays Mxm, get the fuck outta here nigga You better stop with the capping See what happens when you step on the toes Of the R&B nigga that your girl wanna fuck Now usually I don't do this shit But I'm a peace-loving nigga who don't fuck with disrespect You aim at me; I'll eat you up like Pacman And homie, you won't ever get a second chance Mxm I don't fuck with the lame shit, boy, when I bark, I bite I'm tired of niggas reinventing bars we done heard This ain't no TBT I'm, a wolf in sheep skin so, don't be fooled by my high notes Headshots when I shoot like I'm John Wick I'm the Grim Reaper on a bad day Had to do this just to show you, I ain't the type of nigga that you play with Now I'm going back to my love songs Now I'm going back to my sad shit Now I'm going back to my love songs But I hope that you learned your lesson Hmm The next time you say that I've gone soft Homie, I pray that you know this I'm still harder than your dick with an erection That's what she said