Stop It
I drip elegance from my verbs and predicates
Used to stack money from selling herbs and sedatives
Deaded all the drugs so consider this the remembrance
Cuz rappers now are talking like addicts to keep their relevance
Truth motherfucker I hope you're feeling the pain
Of people that maintain sticking diesel in their veins
Spoons by the flame life's full of shame
Pump it in your music to maintain you're fame
All these little junkies you really fucking disgust me
Addiction causing addition you freely feed it for money
Then pump it up in your music and laugh about it it's funny
People are really dying you faggots can fucking suck me
When people giving their life up
Just for the white stuff
Knock off xans and a loud pack you light up
Sad situation and that's the shit y'all hype up
Copy cat rappers yo let me open you're mind up
Mumble bout that shit you'd never do
Talk trapping but never been had a clue
All talk bout guns you'd never pop
All this fronting in you're rap man it's really time to stop
Mumble bout that shit you'd never do
Talk trapping but never been had a clue
All talk bout guns you'd never pop
All this fronting in you're rap man it's really time to stop
Y'all sounding like Quavo and Takeoff
Scheming on the next mans money Bern Madoff
Make a few hits get rich then on your way off
And most y'all talking that street shit is way soft
While I exceed expectation with mental variation
Intelligent people going through a depreciation
While I've been fighting to keep intelligence in the nation
Open your eyes and inspire all of your aspirations
Keep doing the shit you hear in these rhymes
Thinking that you bout it talking gutter shit online
Trying to drug deal but really wasting you're time
Cuz bagging those little dimes won't bag you no little dimes
Mumble bout it smothered in auto tune for fame
Start your name with little but really you big lame
Never had no business trying to play this game
Get a day job faggot stay in your lane
Mumble bout that shit you'd never do
Talk trapping but never been had a clue
All talk bout guns you'd never pop
All this fronting in you're rap man it's really time to stop
Mumble bout that shit you'd never do
Talk trapping but never been had a clue
All talk bout guns you'd never pop
All this fronting in you're rap man it's really time to stop
Used to stack money from selling herbs and sedatives
Deaded all the drugs so consider this the remembrance
Cuz rappers now are talking like addicts to keep their relevance
Truth motherfucker I hope you're feeling the pain
Of people that maintain sticking diesel in their veins
Spoons by the flame life's full of shame
Pump it in your music to maintain you're fame
All these little junkies you really fucking disgust me
Addiction causing addition you freely feed it for money
Then pump it up in your music and laugh about it it's funny
People are really dying you faggots can fucking suck me
When people giving their life up
Just for the white stuff
Knock off xans and a loud pack you light up
Sad situation and that's the shit y'all hype up
Copy cat rappers yo let me open you're mind up
Mumble bout that shit you'd never do
Talk trapping but never been had a clue
All talk bout guns you'd never pop
All this fronting in you're rap man it's really time to stop
Mumble bout that shit you'd never do
Talk trapping but never been had a clue
All talk bout guns you'd never pop
All this fronting in you're rap man it's really time to stop
Y'all sounding like Quavo and Takeoff
Scheming on the next mans money Bern Madoff
Make a few hits get rich then on your way off
And most y'all talking that street shit is way soft
While I exceed expectation with mental variation
Intelligent people going through a depreciation
While I've been fighting to keep intelligence in the nation
Open your eyes and inspire all of your aspirations
Keep doing the shit you hear in these rhymes
Thinking that you bout it talking gutter shit online
Trying to drug deal but really wasting you're time
Cuz bagging those little dimes won't bag you no little dimes
Mumble bout it smothered in auto tune for fame
Start your name with little but really you big lame
Never had no business trying to play this game
Get a day job faggot stay in your lane
Mumble bout that shit you'd never do
Talk trapping but never been had a clue
All talk bout guns you'd never pop
All this fronting in you're rap man it's really time to stop
Mumble bout that shit you'd never do
Talk trapping but never been had a clue
All talk bout guns you'd never pop
All this fronting in you're rap man it's really time to stop
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Writer(s): Raymond Lamantia
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