track - beef
inst - llouis
lyrics -
“Yea, like you know? They just really-You know what I’m saying?
You know how some people rap different than they talk? That shit creeps me out man.
Some folks they really need to quit, yea I heard ya hater
Itchy, itchy, itching for a quick fix, it ain’t complicated
Competition makes you sick, and that shit percolating
But most of y’all are far too dense to learn the basics, you’d rather be lazy
I’d rather be amazing, keep flipping the pages, keep the pace in my cranium racing
I’m way past hating
Ain’t a soul that could say I’m fake with a straight gaze that ain’t trying to take my face
Even if my only takeaway is a backspace, I don’t do last place
I put in the back of my brain
I’m stacking the change, take that to the bank
My interest has no cap, it’s only hedged by the game
Sledge to the pavement and my shirt sweat stained
I’m laying the hammer down, they need to gang up to gain
For a buck, they’ll bang
To stay sane, exchange trust, flip phrases, and switch up, til they got it in the bag
Ok, I lost it, been accosted, but I’m not afraid of the dark
Hypotheticals exhaust me, and my light shines bright
So I don’t get locked in on back in the day, I’m breaking the chains
Cliff G, big tree, every fall I’m turning big leaves
I’m a big geek, no pipsqueak, I don’t stick talk little beef
TikTok, I keep it brief with these digital freaks
Blocked or not, I’m still me on both sides of your digital screen
No riddle to read
This is an artist with skill lyrically, seriously
I get lost in my head cause it’s interesting
I don’t nitpick over nicknacks and mixing, I’m not 16
Ya man greasy, get a taste, I’m finger licking
Take it easy with that hate boy, I’m fricking eating
I’m a rare breed how I mean what I say so uniquely
While the silent majority fit in so easily
I take pride in treating people decent
I aim high, catch feelings, find peace in every piece of me
You don’t want no smoke, you know I reek
This dope is so potent it’ll have you RIP
Yee, I need a second to breath
Time out, I’m at the top of the key
Like Giannis, maybe a little more Romani
No problem, ball is life, in and out of my jeans
And the neighbors call police when I’m smacking the beat
They’re loving my voice but hate when I speak
Background check came back, says no freedom of speech
Shadow bans, blacklists, I guess I’m Nietzsche
Reap what I sew, seeds in the peat
I ain’t counting lucky beans, effort pays every season
Even if the field bleak, I believe in
The power of positivity to help me reach my best being
I’ve been coast to coast in my country, beasting
I’m such an animal, they need me treated
I’m a hands on person, let me touchy feely
Hating what they don’t understand, so they call me a re-re
Demeaning, repeating, or, or, or, non sequiturs or whatever’s convenient
Listen, if I peaked, you are beneath me
Whining and complaining with nothing to teach
I’m out the gravel, check that with your meta metallurgy
You’re allergic to work so you say I’m hurting
And I bet you get a surge of responses
Like, who is this person? Or something perverse or perverted
Or, oh we should murder him
Like that ain’t the same old xyz
Cuz I cut up surgically?
Y’all babies straight out the nursery
You don’t even know your abc’s
I could do ya in my Crocs, moccis, socks, or Birkis
Any day of the week”
