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Performed By: J Witt
Language: English
Length: 3:53
Written by: Jackson Whitmire




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I got a empty pit inside of me
I tried to fill it with idle things
But nothing helped, I never felt free
Been feeling like that since I was just a teen
But one day I discovered music
You're influenced by whatever you choose
So many so called artists out there abuse it
If you got a platform you better use it
Like it or not you're affecting some kid
But all you talk about is popping xan and getting head
Man enough with the mumbling, I'd rather be dead
You hear what I said?
I'm spitting real shit, you can feel it
Y'all are jealous trynna steal it
I will still spit until we're dead
Try to take what I got, I'll cut off your head
I'm eating rappers like meal prep
Better watch where you tread
Step on me, you'll feel it
Wanna take a chance? That's a real bet
I'll put you down like a sedative
I'm killing this beat, I don't mean to sound repetitive
But everybody hit the ground
Was like "I need a beat", this is what I found
Now it's time to ground and pound until this instrumental is a bloody mound
You hear that sound?
I'm going off like a f*cking hollow point round
I'm doing this because I love it
This is my drug, I'mma huff it
I'm controlling it like I cuffed it
I'm married to it, I trust it
Your face, like a nut, I'mma bust it
Got a problem with me? Let's discuss it
Got so much drip my mic is rusted, so much drip my mic is rusted!
Aye listen up, just sit back
I'm kicking facts, dressed in all black
I'll stop your pulse like a heart attack
Don't care if I'm making stacks
I'd rather be writing raps, it's over fags
I got a fresh supply of body bags
Won't hesitate to put you in it
That's the only time that I'll ever zip it
If you diss me then you must be tripping
I will never give it up, y'all just wanna live it up
I would say that this is strictly business
But it's really pretty damn intimate
It's a love, hate relationship
This is how I deal with shit
Just get on the mic and spit
Don't care if you're feeling it
Write my soul on a page, I don't care about a stage
Just trying to get out this rage, going off like a twelve gauge
Cock it and pop it, man just stop it
Put up your hurtle, I'm just gonna hop it
Track's so hot imma have to drop it
Ain't a cake don't try to top it
Come at me, you'll be on the ground flopping
I won't have no remorse
You're an appetizer, not even the course
I'll consume you then have room for more
Then I'll rap about it when I go on tour
This is my first record so get ready for more
I'm just a kid, I know I need to mature
I'm ill in this music, you won't find a cure
I'm spitting at a three, y'all can't handle four
Why do these rappers just mumble and rant, then a crowd sees them and chants
All you care about's getting In a fan girls pants, fame has you trapped in a trance
Well it's just a bunch of fifteen year olds
When your fan base grows up you'll be left in the cold
With your albums and merch just collecting mold
I don't care how many you sold
You'll be all alone, can't get in the zone
Cause you were a fad, a trend and it's gone
Then you'll sit all alone getting old
In an empty mansion full of gold
Thinking bout your soul that you sold
Yeah
I don't care about recognition, I use the criticism as ammunition
To keep on spitting these lines I've written
They're like home runs that I'm hitting
This is my passion, why do I do it?
Thanks for asking, let's get into it
Take your seatbelt and fasten
Get ready for action
I'm boutta be blasting these fake ass bastards
Wannabe rappers, we're contrasting
Passing everybody in the game
Soon you'll all know my name
But that's not the reason why
If I said it was, it'd be a lie
I'm making music cause as a normal guy
I pin up my emotions and never cry
And I need a way to release it
But I don't care about who I'm pleasing
Or if my net worth is increasing
I just hope that maybe I can help some people like me before I'm deceasing
By speaking my mind on these beats
I'm not trynna push my beliefs
But you better find something to believe in cause in this life there are no cheats
Find something real to believe in
These fake rappers are deceiving
They're leading you down a dark path and they don't care as long as they're eating
If you feel the same then follow me, I'll keep it real till I'm leaving
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I got a empty pit inside of me
I tried to fill it with idle things
But nothing helped, I never felt free
Been feeling like that since I was just a teen
But one day I discovered music
You're influenced by whatever you choose
So many so called artists out there abuse it
If you got a platform you better use it
Like it or not you're affecting some kid
But all you talk about is popping xan and getting head
Man enough with the mumbling, I'd rather be dead
You hear what I said?
I'm spitting real shit, you can feel it
Y'all are jealous trynna steal it
I will still spit until we're dead
Try to take what I got, I'll cut off your head
I'm eating rappers like meal prep
Better watch where you tread
Step on me, you'll feel it
Wanna take a chance? That's a real bet
I'll put you down like a sedative
I'm killing this beat, I don't mean to sound repetitive
But everybody hit the ground
Was like "I need a beat", this is what I found
Now it's time to ground and pound until this instrumental is a bloody mound
You hear that sound?
I'm going off like a f*cking hollow point round
I'm doing this because I love it
This is my drug, I'mma huff it
I'm controlling it like I cuffed it
I'm married to it, I trust it
Your face, like a nut, I'mma bust it
Got a problem with me? Let's discuss it
Got so much drip my mic is rusted, so much drip my mic is rusted!
Aye listen up, just sit back
I'm kicking facts, dressed in all black
I'll stop your pulse like a heart attack
Don't care if I'm making stacks
I'd rather be writing raps, it's over fags
I got a fresh supply of body bags
Won't hesitate to put you in it
That's the only time that I'll ever zip it
If you diss me then you must be tripping
I will never give it up, y'all just wanna live it up
I would say that this is strictly business
But it's really pretty damn intimate
It's a love, hate relationship
This is how I deal with shit
Just get on the mic and spit
Don't care if you're feeling it
Write my soul on a page, I don't care about a stage
Just trying to get out this rage, going off like a twelve gauge
Cock it and pop it, man just stop it
Put up your hurtle, I'm just gonna hop it
Track's so hot imma have to drop it
Ain't a cake don't try to top it
Come at me, you'll be on the ground flopping
I won't have no remorse
You're an appetizer, not even the course
I'll consume you then have room for more
Then I'll rap about it when I go on tour
This is my first record so get ready for more
I'm just a kid, I know I need to mature
I'm ill in this music, you won't find a cure
I'm spitting at a three, y'all can't handle four
Why do these rappers just mumble and rant, then a crowd sees them and chants
All you care about's getting In a fan girls pants, fame has you trapped in a trance
Well it's just a bunch of fifteen year olds
When your fan base grows up you'll be left in the cold
With your albums and merch just collecting mold
I don't care how many you sold
You'll be all alone, can't get in the zone
Cause you were a fad, a trend and it's gone
Then you'll sit all alone getting old
In an empty mansion full of gold
Thinking bout your soul that you sold
Yeah
I don't care about recognition, I use the criticism as ammunition
To keep on spitting these lines I've written
They're like home runs that I'm hitting
This is my passion, why do I do it?
Thanks for asking, let's get into it
Take your seatbelt and fasten
Get ready for action
I'm boutta be blasting these fake ass bastards
Wannabe rappers, we're contrasting
Passing everybody in the game
Soon you'll all know my name
But that's not the reason why
If I said it was, it'd be a lie
I'm making music cause as a normal guy
I pin up my emotions and never cry
And I need a way to release it
But I don't care about who I'm pleasing
Or if my net worth is increasing
I just hope that maybe I can help some people like me before I'm deceasing
By speaking my mind on these beats
I'm not trynna push my beliefs
But you better find something to believe in cause in this life there are no cheats
Find something real to believe in
These fake rappers are deceiving
They're leading you down a dark path and they don't care as long as they're eating
If you feel the same then follow me, I'll keep it real till I'm leaving
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Writer: Jackson Whitmire
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