Rapping Isn't My Thing

Rapping isn't really my thing this is what
Makes me king I'm on a thin line with
Most of my peers open up your ears

I'm speaking best walk the other direction
When you see the beacon your raps
Are rubbish never been threw the struggle

Keep speaking imma have you bugging
There is a lot I can see In my mind
I'm at war with other artists I feel
Like the predator every time I get in

The booth people saying they never
Heard of me real eyes realize real lies
My momentum going up high like
A butterfly at the age of 18 I've had

So many opportunities old heads
Wished they had collaboration
Requests come in abundance squashing
Ants is my forte I have a hard time

Keeping my pants on when I could be
Shitting on all these clowns living
In a virtual reality I can tell she
Got a transplant and here I was thinking

About tapping in can't fuck with no fake
Ain't no fooling me at first glance

Fresh from the start fresh at the end
Send the payment then no reply
Now I'm the bad guy left him with
A black eye your girl in my dm had to
Tell her goodbye don't crucify the
Situation classify my actions

I hope It's in satisfaction my fashion got
Them blown out of the water into
The waste water took me a long ass
Time to get on track from walking down

The street to climbing hills repeat
When you spit make sure it's legit get it
Better Admit commit best not be shit

Don't send me no links if I'm not going
To be amused who you think your fooling
We both know you paid to get in
Pointing a fake pistol your gonna

Miss it's time for dismissal I'm
Offical your wishful and like to
Be non organic fam what's the issue
Which one is it I know that's Fisher-price

Got these buffoons trying to call me a
Youtube rapper I'm main
Stream making your girl wetter then
A lake stream beams like I'm Goku

Get me pissed off I blow like trigger nomics
Ruler metric I been the leader of my pack
Gave all my boys a dagger now they
Stick them in my back

Shit I was happier rapping off my voice
Memos finally started getting a buzz
Now they call me fake
This is just my way
Can't put me in

The layaway don't try and cross
Me I'll read you like poetry my name
Henry my bars come in heavy
Give you a penny for the effort

Want a feature that's a rack
She only likes it because I got the stack
I don't like these dudes imma pack
Never lack knowledge mastermind

With the flow I come in the room
Give me some room geographical
Lines moving when I'm stepping
I'm stepping I'm stepping I'm stepping

Rapping isn't really my thing this is what
Makes me king I'm on a thin line With
Most of my peers open up your ears
I'm speaking best walk the other direction
When you see the beacon



Credits
Writer(s): Arafat Khasratov
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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