Man a lot of you people can't rap
I was out in Tel Aviv, I'm really off of the map
Let a motherf*cker know if you really wanna scrap
Tell lil brodie to shut it, then I hit him in his trap
Bus in front of me on the highway, 50 in the cat
And I'm Jewish, but I think I'll look pretty with a tat
Kidnapped a salesman, I got Billy in the back
Know a dedicated junkie spent a milli on some crack
I'm doin' 90, I'm in Philly in the scat
I'm just sayin' dumb shit so it isn't really rap
But I'm flowin', I might really get a plaque
Speaker loud it sound like I got Baby Drill up in the back
I'm climbin' trees, I'm a gorilla with the racks
Manager's couch cushion, I just fill it full of tacks
If you diss the team, we'll send a billion attacks
You rappin' about drugs, tell me (wait)
You rappin' about drugs, are you really in the trap
I'm in Orange County, I'm just drinkin' watermelon soda
Talkin' about ocky, he don't ever run the deli sober
But his sandwiches are so good, now my belly's like a boulder
Now my belly's like a round rock, it really isn't over
If I ever work construction, I'm stealing a bulldozer
And I opened but I'm feelin' like a closer
No originality, I'm sick of dealin' with the posers
I just walked into a curb, now my toes hurt
At the cafe gettin' no service, cause I have no shirt
Brodie never picked up a joint, but his nose hurt
On the road with the flow, man, I'm feelin' so turnt
I don't care what you do, I don't care what you say
And I got the upper hand, but I'm fair when I play
4 a.m., I'm at the gym, but I'm barely awake
Chillin' up in CNY, a lot of squares where I stay
Too confident, I could kick a bear in his face
Too classy at the party, out here wearing versace
I mean Versace, what the f*ck I'm even on
Bro might be an NPC, but I never seen him spawn
I'm just leavin' on a walk, I might bring some tea along
Cold up in Colorado, so I won't be skiin' long
And I'm intelligent now, but I remember bein' dumb
I remember payin' with pennies, I remember bein' a bum
Members only with the salesman, how I make him run
As soon as you opened up your lips, I was really done
I don't think that I will stop until I make a billion
I just made four songs, because I was feelin' fun
Co worker crazy, you could catch matilda with the gun
I'm just reading Bible verses in a villa with a nun
I've been rapping for a while, so I really think I'm done
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Man a lot of you people can't rap
I was out in Tel Aviv, I'm really off of the map
Let a motherf*cker know if you really wanna scrap
Tell lil brodie to shut it, then I hit him in his trap
Bus in front of me on the highway, 50 in the cat
And I'm Jewish, but I think I'll look pretty with a tat
Kidnapped a salesman, I got Billy in the back
Know a dedicated junkie spent a milli on some crack
I'm doin' 90, I'm in Philly in the scat
I'm just sayin' dumb shit so it isn't really rap
But I'm flowin', I might really get a plaque
Speaker loud it sound like I got Baby Drill up in the back
I'm climbin' trees, I'm a gorilla with the racks
Manager's couch cushion, I just fill it full of tacks
If you diss the team, we'll send a billion attacks
You rappin' about drugs, tell me (wait)
You rappin' about drugs, are you really in the trap
I'm in Orange County, I'm just drinkin' watermelon soda
Talkin' about ocky, he don't ever run the deli sober
But his sandwiches are so good, now my belly's like a boulder
Now my belly's like a round rock, it really isn't over
If I ever work construction, I'm stealing a bulldozer
And I opened but I'm feelin' like a closer
No originality, I'm sick of dealin' with the posers
I just walked into a curb, now my toes hurt
At the cafe gettin' no service, cause I have no shirt
Brodie never picked up a joint, but his nose hurt
On the road with the flow, man, I'm feelin' so turnt
I don't care what you do, I don't care what you say
And I got the upper hand, but I'm fair when I play
4 a.m., I'm at the gym, but I'm barely awake
Chillin' up in CNY, a lot of squares where I stay
Too confident, I could kick a bear in his face
Too classy at the party, out here wearing versace
I mean Versace, what the f*ck I'm even on
Bro might be an NPC, but I never seen him spawn
I'm just leavin' on a walk, I might bring some tea along
Cold up in Colorado, so I won't be skiin' long
And I'm intelligent now, but I remember bein' dumb
I remember payin' with pennies, I remember bein' a bum
Members only with the salesman, how I make him run
As soon as you opened up your lips, I was really done
I don't think that I will stop until I make a billion
I just made four songs, because I was feelin' fun
Co worker crazy, you could catch matilda with the gun
I'm just reading Bible verses in a villa with a nun
I've been rapping for a while, so I really think I'm done
I was out in Tel Aviv, I'm really off of the map
Let a motherf*cker know if you really wanna scrap
Tell lil brodie to shut it, then I hit him in his trap
Bus in front of me on the highway, 50 in the cat
And I'm Jewish, but I think I'll look pretty with a tat
Kidnapped a salesman, I got Billy in the back
Know a dedicated junkie spent a milli on some crack
I'm doin' 90, I'm in Philly in the scat
I'm just sayin' dumb shit so it isn't really rap
But I'm flowin', I might really get a plaque
Speaker loud it sound like I got Baby Drill up in the back
I'm climbin' trees, I'm a gorilla with the racks
Manager's couch cushion, I just fill it full of tacks
If you diss the team, we'll send a billion attacks
You rappin' about drugs, tell me (wait)
You rappin' about drugs, are you really in the trap
I'm in Orange County, I'm just drinkin' watermelon soda
Talkin' about ocky, he don't ever run the deli sober
But his sandwiches are so good, now my belly's like a boulder
Now my belly's like a round rock, it really isn't over
If I ever work construction, I'm stealing a bulldozer
And I opened but I'm feelin' like a closer
No originality, I'm sick of dealin' with the posers
I just walked into a curb, now my toes hurt
At the cafe gettin' no service, cause I have no shirt
Brodie never picked up a joint, but his nose hurt
On the road with the flow, man, I'm feelin' so turnt
I don't care what you do, I don't care what you say
And I got the upper hand, but I'm fair when I play
4 a.m., I'm at the gym, but I'm barely awake
Chillin' up in CNY, a lot of squares where I stay
Too confident, I could kick a bear in his face
Too classy at the party, out here wearing versace
I mean Versace, what the f*ck I'm even on
Bro might be an NPC, but I never seen him spawn
I'm just leavin' on a walk, I might bring some tea along
Cold up in Colorado, so I won't be skiin' long
And I'm intelligent now, but I remember bein' dumb
I remember payin' with pennies, I remember bein' a bum
Members only with the salesman, how I make him run
As soon as you opened up your lips, I was really done
I don't think that I will stop until I make a billion
I just made four songs, because I was feelin' fun
Co worker crazy, you could catch matilda with the gun
I'm just reading Bible verses in a villa with a nun
I've been rapping for a while, so I really think I'm done
Writer: judah spitzer
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