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Man I’m sick of always being told to

Seize the moment and grab it

While others dip their dick in the game and just trap it

While I’m sittin' in the studio mappin'

Plottin' plans on graphs to try and higher my own standards

Livin' off of Campus

While you be livin' off of the money that you got from Granpa’s

Wallet

I’m honest

So when I say I’m ballin'

I really mean it; promise

I’m the nostradamus cuz I saw the farthest

I’m the hottest artist comin' outta the bottom

Any chance he gets

He bottles cuz he’s caught up doin' fancy hits

Not realisin' the fans don’t fancy this

They fancy skill

How you call yourself a rapper when you don’t even rap

You sing some R and B and you hop on some trap

Then you cop a little crayon so you plot up some plans

On how to not be so sloppy and sad

I got friends in radio who love how I rap

I was trending on Anghami, know you fuckin' with that

And when we spit it

You know we gone just get it

The way that we be livin' for different decisions that we’re given

Man I feel empty

Wishing for a brighter tomorrow

My dad left me

Always found drowning in sorrow

I can’t let him

Leave while I’m drownin' in patience

I just messed the

Whole sake of my morals I follow

I’m fearless

The meanest

MC that

Made a deal with

God, said if I don’t succeed then

I’ll repent

Or he can take me to the deep end

I’m leavin'

Always gonna fight while I’m here and I’m breathin'

Never thought I’d be the one to bleed when

People talk behind my back, it’s keepin'

Me with me cuz the hate feels real when

I sit alone, with no freedom

Or wheels that

Can wheel me away

Okay

Takin' pictures shirtless I ain’t even seen an Ab

And what the hell is up with that weird 'Apollo' tat

Whatever, Like Apollo, you can both get slapped

Man, we get it, you’re a no-show solo act

But notice that

I’m solo too and so is Dax

I pulled a you on you and then told you that

I’m the best rapper in the whole country man

And if you got a problem go talk to my hungry fans

I remember the time when you called to collab

We talked for a bit you said you were a fan

Now you claim that you’re better, well back to lab

I’ma show you what to write with a pen and a pad

Look

I don’t get it

Not just you but your whole image

Why would anybody wanna go listen

I hoped they’d know better

But they loath for a beat that’s dope and

A video by Cole Bennett

I know these types of moles that dove inside

The soul of rap and just grow in it

I want you to go listen

To some real rap

Couldn’t build a fan base, so you’re real mad

This guy just stands, vapes and feels like the man

Thinks he has taste but doesn’t hear The Clan

Man in that case, I gotta be the man

Said you’re the greatest rapper in Egypt

But when I DM-ed you sayin' what the hell really?

You were quick to take it back like I only meant trap, but in lyrics you’re the

realest!

Boy do I have a story now for ya

We agreed that we would compete like Tory and Joyner

But you knew that I would destroy ya

Cuz you said «no disses, all love, let’s keep it like Boyle»

This dude wanted us to do a trappin' contest

So I just sat there burst laughing honest

And Man what you sayin'

'Bout there ain’t no competition? Bitch, you’re missing

A frickin' pot to piss in

Whichever palm your dick’s in

Use the other to jot some lyrics

You talk an awful lot for someone who ain’t got the listens

That’s what all they say, ain’t it

The same old phrase, plain with

Oh, no way, hope no pain

Stays through the whole day

Woah, wait, flame the whole place with propane

'till I feel my soul ache

My vision begins to darken like a vignette

As my mind thinks about what I’ma bring next

I told myself the mission

I built myself a platform

I got myself some listens

And enjoyed all the outcomes

I got a lot of stuff thrown out my chest

But somehow I feel like more of a mess

I feel like my mind tore open my flesh

And I’m a sittin' psycho with no rest

I might go and just

This ain’t nothing personal

I ain’t intent on hurtin' you

But I gotta murder you for comin' on my turf this rude

You’re a worthless dude

I wanna find some dirt on you

But ain’t nobody heard of you

I lurkin' through

Your profile

To find something worth while

But I ended up cringing at the pics starin' at my mobile

Ayo 'Daddy K'

Whatever you go by

Wait

He’s actually called

Whatever

You forgot to reply to my last DM

We said we would make two songs and see which one of us got it

I asked you when we droppin' our songs

And you didn’t even bother to reply to the message

And when I told you to pick a beat, you didn’t

So I don’t get it

What is it that you want

And hey I know you guys don’t listen to the lyrics

You just bump your head to the beat

But I want you to open up the lyrics

And start to read

I want you to really get what I’m saying

And why I’m saying it

And hey I’m not too late or anything

I wanted to wait 'till I could put this on the album

But now I’m done

Shoutout to the rabbit

You know who you are

Now I’m done

Done