NPeezy - Bliss Lyrics

This dissection's a lethal weapon, I keep expressing
You used to put me on game, now peep some self reflection
You need help, you need AID, boy, you need protection
I called you out, I'm popping up, it's when you least expect it
Now let me speak up, you should take a look from my perspective
So we can speak on battle rap or I can send a message
But if you look a little further boy we ain't Forgetting
No second guessing bro we know just who the very best is
It's Not you, awww I'm sick, I think I got flu
You're Top 2, but not 1, cuz I Cannot lose
Soon as I got a little motion, boy I lost you
Speaking of the Pills and potions you f*ckin' fought thru
Get it, but when I'm on the beat, I'm causing ruckus
I got way too much confidence, I'm polished, you can't touch it
Honestly I eat you on a track, just like it's Nothing
I'll treat the beat just my bitch fr, so ima f*ck it
You rapping against Peezy, this a warning, dawg you Scared now
You should give me thanks, I built you up so I can Tear you down
Damn, I think I really struck a Nerve
I've never been a bluff, you finally get what you Deserve
I'm a fan too Brodie, I been waiting for so Long
I think my fans should thank you, cuz you made me write Song
This ain't Drake against Kendrick, this is Jordan vs Bron
I got a way deeper bag, I really Pray you don't respond
You don't understand the type of anger in my heart
Sit alone some nights and write, this shit is tearing me apart
I wanna leave it be and take a path into the dark
Shouldn't never let it happen, detrimental from the start
Aye Vill, I think you might be off a pill
I heard you think that you're the best up in my city, be foreal
You act just like the rest, but you can't touch NPeezy either
Tell me how you run the city, but get carried by your features
To all my fashion goers, hating on me, need to pipe down
Stick to dressing gay, you need to chill and put the mic down
Wearing women's sweaters looking like ya'll getting piped down
Stick to dressing gay, and I'll stick to writing bars down
This for Mr.Drug Dealer, flexing all his dirty cash
But you can't flex your self respect, I think your mom should beat your ass
For my clothing brand guys, do your thing, I'm not a fan
I'm getting mixed emotions, dedicated just to make yall mad
Don't get yo plug n b friends, ima put em in a pack fr
Vibe with their music, cuz them boys can't even rap fr
Me vs The world, against the city, what I like
Boy I know that I'm the shit, you try to diss ill get you wiped
I'm snapping like I'm Thanos, you need everyone to beat me
This shit is just a warning, guys I know yall can't Defeat me
Ask that little bitch, I'll leave y'all's face's on TV
Id advised you don't respond, it's suicide to come and see me