Caution, cause havoc
Fake rappers, might snap them
In half like a Kit Kat
Cause they really know
Im bout the action
Y'all faker then some implants
Play me, too bad
Y'all been on my tip
Like a damn head
To a damn durag
Oh, they wanna hate
Like I told 'em that's ok
I got passion for the game
I ain't in it for the fame
They are different cause
They all are the same
Fake rappers trynna get in my lane
Hit me up I told them niggas 'okay'
I don't even want a feature
No offense
But I think all you niggas are lame
MMD hit me up, told me fake rappers coming Yeah that's wassup
He let me know in Advance
Said he needed one more feature
I told that nigga that I'll do it
I can't pass the chance
I ain't really trynna
Flame at these people
But these Fake ass rappers are Lethal
Trynna suck the blood of you
Like some leechers
While they watching
Both of us from the bleachers
Yeah, they in it for clout
They don't got the passion
So MMD let's punch these niggas
Right up in they mouth
They all faking it
What did you expect?
They just mad that Im top prospect
Ima get all the materials
Build it Step-By-Step
Just like you a project
Oh, they wanna hate
Like I told 'em that's ok
I got passion for the game
I ain't in it for the fame
They are different cause
They all are the same
Fake rappers trynna get in my lane
Hit me up I told them niggas 'okay'
I don't even want a feature, no offense
But I think all you niggas are lame
Hang up the caution tape
I'm dangerous
Better know where your lane is
You cannot change this
Welcome to the fable
Fake rappers tryna be able
To write like this
We got passions try like this
But but but fake like that
1865 and end up with a guy
With a top hat
They wanna hate
Like I told them that is okay
Getting paid is a process
But like the offset
I'm getting treated like a program
And I'm getting off set
Have we met?
Then stop pretending you know me
You'll quit in a week
And I'll be quitting
When I'm in a grave
Like I crave rap
Fake rappers are lame
Fake rappers are
Only here for the fame
Fake rappers tryna change the game
Try putting me on a leash
But you cannot tame
What you tryna say?
I ain't here for the pay
So just lemme lay
Have fun
These little kitties
Tryna get outta the play pin
They wanna hate
Like I told 'em that's ok
I got passion for the game
I ain't in it for the fame
They all are different
Cause they all are the same
Fake rappers trynna get in my lane
Hit me up I told them crackers 'okay'
I don't even want a feature
No offense
But I think all you crackers are lame
Tell me something
What kind of faggot runs around in a
Christmas sweater
I mean come on get real
You're not even scary
You're not even scary
And let's talk about
The butter knives.
What is with the butter knives?
You trying to compensate for Something?
Maybe coming up a little short there
Between the legs Mr. Krueger?
I mean, you got these
Teensy-weensy little things
And Jason has got this big ol' thing
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Caution, cause havoc
Fake rappers, might snap them
In half like a Kit Kat
Cause they really know
Im bout the action
Y'all faker then some implants
Play me, too bad
Y'all been on my tip
Like a damn head
To a damn durag
Oh, they wanna hate
Like I told 'em that's ok
I got passion for the game
I ain't in it for the fame
They are different cause
They all are the same
Fake rappers trynna get in my lane
Hit me up I told them niggas 'okay'
I don't even want a feature
No offense
But I think all you niggas are lame
MMD hit me up, told me fake rappers coming Yeah that's wassup
He let me know in Advance
Said he needed one more feature
I told that nigga that I'll do it
I can't pass the chance
I ain't really trynna
Flame at these people
But these Fake ass rappers are Lethal
Trynna suck the blood of you
Like some leechers
While they watching
Both of us from the bleachers
Yeah, they in it for clout
They don't got the passion
So MMD let's punch these niggas
Right up in they mouth
They all faking it
What did you expect?
They just mad that Im top prospect
Ima get all the materials
Build it Step-By-Step
Just like you a project
Oh, they wanna hate
Like I told 'em that's ok
I got passion for the game
I ain't in it for the fame
They are different cause
They all are the same
Fake rappers trynna get in my lane
Hit me up I told them niggas 'okay'
I don't even want a feature, no offense
But I think all you niggas are lame
Hang up the caution tape
I'm dangerous
Better know where your lane is
You cannot change this
Welcome to the fable
Fake rappers tryna be able
To write like this
We got passions try like this
But but but fake like that
1865 and end up with a guy
With a top hat
They wanna hate
Like I told them that is okay
Getting paid is a process
But like the offset
I'm getting treated like a program
And I'm getting off set
Have we met?
Then stop pretending you know me
You'll quit in a week
And I'll be quitting
When I'm in a grave
Like I crave rap
Fake rappers are lame
Fake rappers are
Only here for the fame
Fake rappers tryna change the game
Try putting me on a leash
But you cannot tame
What you tryna say?
I ain't here for the pay
So just lemme lay
Have fun
These little kitties
Tryna get outta the play pin
They wanna hate
Like I told 'em that's ok
I got passion for the game
I ain't in it for the fame
They all are different
Cause they all are the same
Fake rappers trynna get in my lane
Hit me up I told them crackers 'okay'
I don't even want a feature
No offense
But I think all you crackers are lame
Tell me something
What kind of faggot runs around in a
Christmas sweater
I mean come on get real
You're not even scary
You're not even scary
And let's talk about
The butter knives.
What is with the butter knives?
You trying to compensate for Something?
Maybe coming up a little short there
Between the legs Mr. Krueger?
I mean, you got these
Teensy-weensy little things
And Jason has got this big ol' thing
Fake rappers, might snap them
In half like a Kit Kat
Cause they really know
Im bout the action
Y'all faker then some implants
Play me, too bad
Y'all been on my tip
Like a damn head
To a damn durag
Oh, they wanna hate
Like I told 'em that's ok
I got passion for the game
I ain't in it for the fame
They are different cause
They all are the same
Fake rappers trynna get in my lane
Hit me up I told them niggas 'okay'
I don't even want a feature
No offense
But I think all you niggas are lame
MMD hit me up, told me fake rappers coming Yeah that's wassup
He let me know in Advance
Said he needed one more feature
I told that nigga that I'll do it
I can't pass the chance
I ain't really trynna
Flame at these people
But these Fake ass rappers are Lethal
Trynna suck the blood of you
Like some leechers
While they watching
Both of us from the bleachers
Yeah, they in it for clout
They don't got the passion
So MMD let's punch these niggas
Right up in they mouth
They all faking it
What did you expect?
They just mad that Im top prospect
Ima get all the materials
Build it Step-By-Step
Just like you a project
Oh, they wanna hate
Like I told 'em that's ok
I got passion for the game
I ain't in it for the fame
They are different cause
They all are the same
Fake rappers trynna get in my lane
Hit me up I told them niggas 'okay'
I don't even want a feature, no offense
But I think all you niggas are lame
Hang up the caution tape
I'm dangerous
Better know where your lane is
You cannot change this
Welcome to the fable
Fake rappers tryna be able
To write like this
We got passions try like this
But but but fake like that
1865 and end up with a guy
With a top hat
They wanna hate
Like I told them that is okay
Getting paid is a process
But like the offset
I'm getting treated like a program
And I'm getting off set
Have we met?
Then stop pretending you know me
You'll quit in a week
And I'll be quitting
When I'm in a grave
Like I crave rap
Fake rappers are lame
Fake rappers are
Only here for the fame
Fake rappers tryna change the game
Try putting me on a leash
But you cannot tame
What you tryna say?
I ain't here for the pay
So just lemme lay
Have fun
These little kitties
Tryna get outta the play pin
They wanna hate
Like I told 'em that's ok
I got passion for the game
I ain't in it for the fame
They all are different
Cause they all are the same
Fake rappers trynna get in my lane
Hit me up I told them crackers 'okay'
I don't even want a feature
No offense
But I think all you crackers are lame
Tell me something
What kind of faggot runs around in a
Christmas sweater
I mean come on get real
You're not even scary
You're not even scary
And let's talk about
The butter knives.
What is with the butter knives?
You trying to compensate for Something?
Maybe coming up a little short there
Between the legs Mr. Krueger?
I mean, you got these
Teensy-weensy little things
And Jason has got this big ol' thing
Writer: Blan Willaims
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid