Tattle-Tale

Oooh Shark
You a muhfkkn tattle tale
You a muhfkkn tattle tale
Oooh Shark
You a muhfkkn tattle tale

First of all, let's not involve any names
I evolved from the epic saga from which I came
And if you claim that I changed with the fame
Then you never really met the real me, I'm insane
Factually, there ain't nobody who can stand wit me
I don't handle little battles only wars will get me back in the saddle seat
I been a rider no jockey, in the field no hockey big build, stay stocky
No chill kinda cocky
Ain't nobody tryna pop me, cuz I been the people's champ
So y'all can call me Rocky
5-0 already know they can't stop me
They up on they walkie talkies like "is that da shark"
10-4 good copy
I don't take my name lightly I'm an apex predator
Comparing me to you is like lame sex hysteria
Meets raw and organic
Like using latex is scarin ya
But don't panic
Got shooters on either side so that's them double dog darin ya
You can get the chopper or you choose the derringer
Sharks don't let dirty herrings disparage us
Harry like the wizard kid
Doin shit like Eddy Izzard did
Wizzin' comedic magic up at your gizzard bitch
That mean I'm at your throat
Doing the most
I don't float
With my quotes
I just roast don't coast
Stay woke
dumb broke niggas actin like a hoes ugh

Oooh Shark
You a muhfkkn tattle tale
You a muhfkkn tattle tale
Oooh Shark
You a muhfkkn tattle tale
Oooh Shark
You a muhfkkn tattle tale
You a muhfkkn tattle tale
Oooh Shark
You a muhfkkn tattle tale

Y'all skizzurd, I'd rather a small circle than a big herd
That boy shark lookin big nerd
I'm the illest lyricist your last bitch curbed
But what's absurd is for me to get butt hurt over a trick's words
I've been on the illest shit, y'all jus dig turds
French fry packin ass niggas Dick-taters
My best fans are my biggest haters
When I say I'm from the south, I ain't talkin Decatur
I mean I'm the juice
I'm the blood of the savior
Sacrificing my youth so y'alls can end up catered
Now I don't claim to be messiah
Vocals like Mariah
Rap game new pariah
Popo still profile us
While these piranhas are tryna peep to pick the style up
My bad lil nigga, this shit is called talent
An yo bank sittin on an empty balance
If you pay me my respect an genuflect in my palace
I might just let you take a sip from my chalice
This isn't malice
This me breaking the silence of my solace
Cuz y'all been callin for beef then
wave the waiter back later
So you can ask him for a mhfkkn salad
I been keeping my composure
Sharks don't dwell in an inclosure
If you do me dirty then it's fuckin' over
I been teaching these sucka emcees the true meaning of the word exposure
And this right here is just closure



Credits
Writer(s): Mosamoa Tuiteleleapaga
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