Check, ayo
Never doin’ nothin’ but mopin’ round, feelin’ all lost
Where all that #ssh#l# energy go? Gettin’ at everyone throat?
Claimin’ you the best and that nobody can level you, no?
Guess you a pretty good actor
Or just ain’t who you used to be, the rap game Casper
That’s why all your contemporaries flyin’ right past ya
Or maybe they all movin’ forward while you move backwards
Someone tell him he’s in f#ckin’ last! Now get your head out your #ss
Only reason they follow you is to makе sure that you crash
Think back when mothaf#ckas stole your bеats and your phone
You ain’t do nothin’ for yourself, how you gon act like you grown?
Can’t even put yourself together, let alone a project
And if we talking nervous slackers, you the top prospect
You always writing to these tracks actin’ like you hot sh#t
Now I’m here to point out every single way you’re not, b#tch
Little momma’s boy, think you the shit? Scroll through comments boy
How you look hyping yourself knowing that you ain’t got it?
That fire that make n#gg#s retire
You ain’t got the dope, why you acting like the supplier?
Putting shame up on the art form that captivated your heart
The fear you used to clown them n#gg#s for has taken your thoughts
Your brain is baking in farts, you don’t know who you are
The little asteroid tryna fake & be a star
Now get up off your #ss, lil man, & play your part
Or you just gon sit back, curl up inside the dark, catching pockets til you caught
You really thought you could make it out the city?
Tour around wit ya buddies & everything would be litty? Pshh
Life don’t work like that when you from where we comin’ from
You gotta struggle for everything just to get some of them
So how you gon build a legacy sleepin’ in til 2
Stupid worthless slacker I’m over you
Swear all you f#ckin’ do is run
Run, hide & duck that’s all you do b#tch!
Hol’ up, yo, yo
How bout you try on my shoes, see if ya feet cramp
How bout you hop in the booth, spit my 16 champ?
I promise you all that sh#t you talking gon disappear
The only time n#gg#s see you is lookin’ in the mirror
That’s all you are, sh#t people think when they head ain’t clearer
YOU them thoughts that’s lurking talkin bout “I’m so worthless”
Cut the b#llsh#t, we both know I ain’t perfect at all
But how I’m supposed to strive with no motivation involved?
Patience lost when all that yo #ss is spewing is negativity
Type of thoughts to have n#gg#s drown in bottles of Hennessy
Type of isolation have family like “where you been at g?”
Type of fear to have n#gg#s hop up outta this industry
You talk big like you ain’t half of the problem
Always talkin’ me into problems but never help me solve em
Ain’t that some sh#t, f#ck pacifism I’d pass a fist
If I could, but n#gg#s would call me a masochist
Rappers flyin’ past cuz you be holdin’ me back & sh#t
Talkin’ like “your old music dope now you whack as shit”
Well pack a grip up in your mouth & pull the trigger
Through all my ups & downs I come back posted like stickers
So Bagbak to the back of my mental from whence you’re coming from
Cause one day it’s gonna be me that these demons running from
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