Tryna be the new definition of legendary
Y'all could beat me on the 32nd of Neveruary
To me, here what's scary
My father left, now I'm a father
I'm praying failure isn't hereditary
Two puffs and I be activated
All these mumble rappers got me aggravated
Everybody copy, it's saturated
Everybody acting like they animated
Everybody trolling or they fabricating
And you celebrate it, rap is devastating
Ain't no cap
I'mma have to go on attack
And leave everybody decapitated
My words are weapons
It's like I'm packing a ratchet
Only deal with fashion when putting
These rappers in designer caskets
Holy f*cking shit, cunt, bitch, goddamned
They can't believe the madness
That's being brought out of one man
I'll keep shooting, got em wishing that my gun jammed
When I spit in a cypher, everybody catch a suntans
Cause we exactly what these rappers fear
Gold-covered chalice, sipping on some rapper tears
I'm in another atmosphere
On the throne above me, sits a rapper-bone decorated chandelier
This rap game dying, so I'm voicing my complaint
I'm questioning the art of the pictures these niggas paint
I gotta renovate
Innovating with what I illustrate
The brush strokes Picasso-level
Y'all niggas finger paint
Hey, can we stop for a second and just reflect
To when a time bars mattered
Nowadays it's disrespect
Don't get me wrong, all these flows is amusing
But if there ain't no substance in it
The f*ck is you doing
And that goes for the niggas that's rhyming
Whatever for forever
Take something, flip it around
And they got you thinking they clever
Shout to the mumble rappers
Y'all basic and super trash
And I ain't giving props because you spitting your verse super fast
For the freestyle rappers, let me give some facts
We don't care if it's off the top, if it's wack, it's wack
It's like that, I ain't trying to give this mic back
Them niggas tryna kill brain cells
I'm tryna fight back
Cause we exactly what these rappers fear
Gold-covered chalice, sipping on some rapper tears
I'm in another atmosphere
On the throne above me, sits a rapper-bone decorated chandelier
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Tryna be the new definition of legendary
Y'all could beat me on the 32nd of Neveruary
To me, here what's scary
My father left, now I'm a father
I'm praying failure isn't hereditary
Two puffs and I be activated
All these mumble rappers got me aggravated
Everybody copy, it's saturated
Everybody acting like they animated
Everybody trolling or they fabricating
And you celebrate it, rap is devastating
Ain't no cap
I'mma have to go on attack
And leave everybody decapitated
My words are weapons
It's like I'm packing a ratchet
Only deal with fashion when putting
These rappers in designer caskets
Holy f*cking shit, cunt, bitch, goddamned
They can't believe the madness
That's being brought out of one man
I'll keep shooting, got em wishing that my gun jammed
When I spit in a cypher, everybody catch a suntans
Cause we exactly what these rappers fear
Gold-covered chalice, sipping on some rapper tears
I'm in another atmosphere
On the throne above me, sits a rapper-bone decorated chandelier
This rap game dying, so I'm voicing my complaint
I'm questioning the art of the pictures these niggas paint
I gotta renovate
Innovating with what I illustrate
The brush strokes Picasso-level
Y'all niggas finger paint
Hey, can we stop for a second and just reflect
To when a time bars mattered
Nowadays it's disrespect
Don't get me wrong, all these flows is amusing
But if there ain't no substance in it
The f*ck is you doing
And that goes for the niggas that's rhyming
Whatever for forever
Take something, flip it around
And they got you thinking they clever
Shout to the mumble rappers
Y'all basic and super trash
And I ain't giving props because you spitting your verse super fast
For the freestyle rappers, let me give some facts
We don't care if it's off the top, if it's wack, it's wack
It's like that, I ain't trying to give this mic back
Them niggas tryna kill brain cells
I'm tryna fight back
Cause we exactly what these rappers fear
Gold-covered chalice, sipping on some rapper tears
I'm in another atmosphere
On the throne above me, sits a rapper-bone decorated chandelier
Y'all could beat me on the 32nd of Neveruary
To me, here what's scary
My father left, now I'm a father
I'm praying failure isn't hereditary
Two puffs and I be activated
All these mumble rappers got me aggravated
Everybody copy, it's saturated
Everybody acting like they animated
Everybody trolling or they fabricating
And you celebrate it, rap is devastating
Ain't no cap
I'mma have to go on attack
And leave everybody decapitated
My words are weapons
It's like I'm packing a ratchet
Only deal with fashion when putting
These rappers in designer caskets
Holy f*cking shit, cunt, bitch, goddamned
They can't believe the madness
That's being brought out of one man
I'll keep shooting, got em wishing that my gun jammed
When I spit in a cypher, everybody catch a suntans
Cause we exactly what these rappers fear
Gold-covered chalice, sipping on some rapper tears
I'm in another atmosphere
On the throne above me, sits a rapper-bone decorated chandelier
This rap game dying, so I'm voicing my complaint
I'm questioning the art of the pictures these niggas paint
I gotta renovate
Innovating with what I illustrate
The brush strokes Picasso-level
Y'all niggas finger paint
Hey, can we stop for a second and just reflect
To when a time bars mattered
Nowadays it's disrespect
Don't get me wrong, all these flows is amusing
But if there ain't no substance in it
The f*ck is you doing
And that goes for the niggas that's rhyming
Whatever for forever
Take something, flip it around
And they got you thinking they clever
Shout to the mumble rappers
Y'all basic and super trash
And I ain't giving props because you spitting your verse super fast
For the freestyle rappers, let me give some facts
We don't care if it's off the top, if it's wack, it's wack
It's like that, I ain't trying to give this mic back
Them niggas tryna kill brain cells
I'm tryna fight back
Cause we exactly what these rappers fear
Gold-covered chalice, sipping on some rapper tears
I'm in another atmosphere
On the throne above me, sits a rapper-bone decorated chandelier
Writer: Paulo Lasso
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid