Some would say that there's impracticality in rappin'
So honestly I didn't really think that it would happen
But that's just negativity, and I don't mean subtraction
So I'm putting in the labor like some two minute contractions
While rappers wanna talk about trappin' hard and strappin'
Stackin' paper to the ceiling in the kitchen cooking crack
Tattin' up they face for the lack of a better act
They got half the suburban white kids tryna act black
If you in the game now I got a message for you
"On the Daily" was to prove that I could do it to
I been in the lab cooking up a lesson for you
To educate your fans on what the real criminals do
'Cuz if they saw a drive by triple homicide
Do you think they'd think it's cool for you to brag about your tech nines?
How you run your city with the bullets that you let fly
From the nine eleven that you're taking for a test drive?
OOH. Or maybe you got blow
Well congratulations, not the government knows
The drug king pins who ever really make bank
Know better than to promote their business on a mixtape, DAMN
Y'all just wanna stay relevant
Then you need to say something intelligent
I confess that my messages coalesce
Some manifest destiny, I'm blowing up with the west, YEAH
My friends say I'm the best. Yeah
You pay Tekashi for less
And yeah he got some fans but shit I'm hardly impressed
Boy you been f*cking under-ages now you under arrest, YEAH
I'm gonna say that I'm blessed. Yeah
I'm gonna say that I'm next
Going pedal to the metal on the road to success
I never rest 'cuz I got not time for catching my breath, YEAH
In fact I'm tryna raise a riot
'Cuz I'm getting sick and tired of listening to these liars
Starting beef with other writers like they're serving up sliders
And rapping 'bout their lives like nobody would be the wiser
Come on hip-hop, get your shit together now
We could be living better now, Gucci sweater now
Ditch these dissin' bitches and get yourself with a better crowd
They only wilin' out 'cuz they think it's stacking em' clout, DAMN
Come on rappers, I'm callin' you out
I wanna know what y'all are really about
The people need to hear you drop some knowledge
And the next generation need some names to pay homage
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Some would say that there's impracticality in rappin'
So honestly I didn't really think that it would happen
But that's just negativity, and I don't mean subtraction
So I'm putting in the labor like some two minute contractions
While rappers wanna talk about trappin' hard and strappin'
Stackin' paper to the ceiling in the kitchen cooking crack
Tattin' up they face for the lack of a better act
They got half the suburban white kids tryna act black
If you in the game now I got a message for you
"On the Daily" was to prove that I could do it to
I been in the lab cooking up a lesson for you
To educate your fans on what the real criminals do
'Cuz if they saw a drive by triple homicide
Do you think they'd think it's cool for you to brag about your tech nines?
How you run your city with the bullets that you let fly
From the nine eleven that you're taking for a test drive?
OOH. Or maybe you got blow
Well congratulations, not the government knows
The drug king pins who ever really make bank
Know better than to promote their business on a mixtape, DAMN
Y'all just wanna stay relevant
Then you need to say something intelligent
I confess that my messages coalesce
Some manifest destiny, I'm blowing up with the west, YEAH
My friends say I'm the best. Yeah
You pay Tekashi for less
And yeah he got some fans but shit I'm hardly impressed
Boy you been f*cking under-ages now you under arrest, YEAH
I'm gonna say that I'm blessed. Yeah
I'm gonna say that I'm next
Going pedal to the metal on the road to success
I never rest 'cuz I got not time for catching my breath, YEAH
In fact I'm tryna raise a riot
'Cuz I'm getting sick and tired of listening to these liars
Starting beef with other writers like they're serving up sliders
And rapping 'bout their lives like nobody would be the wiser
Come on hip-hop, get your shit together now
We could be living better now, Gucci sweater now
Ditch these dissin' bitches and get yourself with a better crowd
They only wilin' out 'cuz they think it's stacking em' clout, DAMN
Come on rappers, I'm callin' you out
I wanna know what y'all are really about
The people need to hear you drop some knowledge
And the next generation need some names to pay homage
So honestly I didn't really think that it would happen
But that's just negativity, and I don't mean subtraction
So I'm putting in the labor like some two minute contractions
While rappers wanna talk about trappin' hard and strappin'
Stackin' paper to the ceiling in the kitchen cooking crack
Tattin' up they face for the lack of a better act
They got half the suburban white kids tryna act black
If you in the game now I got a message for you
"On the Daily" was to prove that I could do it to
I been in the lab cooking up a lesson for you
To educate your fans on what the real criminals do
'Cuz if they saw a drive by triple homicide
Do you think they'd think it's cool for you to brag about your tech nines?
How you run your city with the bullets that you let fly
From the nine eleven that you're taking for a test drive?
OOH. Or maybe you got blow
Well congratulations, not the government knows
The drug king pins who ever really make bank
Know better than to promote their business on a mixtape, DAMN
Y'all just wanna stay relevant
Then you need to say something intelligent
I confess that my messages coalesce
Some manifest destiny, I'm blowing up with the west, YEAH
My friends say I'm the best. Yeah
You pay Tekashi for less
And yeah he got some fans but shit I'm hardly impressed
Boy you been f*cking under-ages now you under arrest, YEAH
I'm gonna say that I'm blessed. Yeah
I'm gonna say that I'm next
Going pedal to the metal on the road to success
I never rest 'cuz I got not time for catching my breath, YEAH
In fact I'm tryna raise a riot
'Cuz I'm getting sick and tired of listening to these liars
Starting beef with other writers like they're serving up sliders
And rapping 'bout their lives like nobody would be the wiser
Come on hip-hop, get your shit together now
We could be living better now, Gucci sweater now
Ditch these dissin' bitches and get yourself with a better crowd
They only wilin' out 'cuz they think it's stacking em' clout, DAMN
Come on rappers, I'm callin' you out
I wanna know what y'all are really about
The people need to hear you drop some knowledge
And the next generation need some names to pay homage
Writer: Antonio Householder Rivera
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