Stop Making Stupid People Famous

A lot of people ask me
Why I do this
Know what I tell em?
Because I fuckin want to

Now let me start off by sayin I hate these mumble queens
I m here to fuck your careers I brought the vasoline
Bout to set this beat on fire spittin gasoline
These dirty bitches jumpin dick to dick I call em trampolines
Puttin emcees to sleep they call me ketamine
The metaphors on methamphetamine
You not as dope as me
Fuck an image I been made for what I was meant to be
Gang bangers rockin women jeans they ain't men to me
Broke as fuck and rockin jewelry it don't make sense to me
I used to call em faggots Instagram is tryna sensor me
This a love connection I was made for rap
My flow is tighter than my dick in hand when it's been double wrapped
Say you at the top then where your levels at
You keep on takin shots like Kobe Bryant I will double that
This ain't been target Practice homie this a kill shot
You laughin at me now but on your knees when the mil drops
Now I got em shakin Michael j fox
Say I lost my handle, that I'm dull but then my blades not
Better fuckin run when the Grenades rocks
Say they want the beef then come and get it when the plates got
Taking over shit ain't none of you dudes stoppin me
They callin me jackpot, cuz when I spit I hit the lottery
Compare to these mumble rappers can't believe the mockery
class of my own you hatin faggots couldn't bother me
My mama always told me I was made for this
Now they tell me switch my image fuckin change for shit
Iraq vet fuck an itch I got a trigger twitch,
I'm takin medication but no pill will fix a broken switch

A lot of people tell me just to let it go
Pick a different genre or better flow
Never get a deal or make a record gold
When I make it big I'll send the letters home

I'm as tight as rappin gets I bet ya wife admits
They callin me dead shot cuz any song I makin sniper hits
They tryna get me to make sum club bangers or wife shit
Rather talk about real life and get my dick sucked by a psycho bitch
Fuckin head case insane to even write like this
You talk about shootin guns you a coward scared to fight wit fists
In school I was a disease, battle rap and spittin viruses
Pawnin a stolen wireless and rockin Osyrises
Go until the wheels fall off I'm tireless
I heard raps a fuckin death trap I brought a survivor kit
Fake it till you make it man what kind of life is that
They say G I O's the shit, these other kids are diaper rash
Independent rapper I don't fuck wit the label trash
They say you not a puppet never mind the strings attached
That's why I do this by myself wit no weight to cram down
Cuz ya homies will put they hands in lookin for handouts
Fresh up out the lab, they like you the man now
They begging me to spit cuz I'm Iller than mad cow
You Tryna catch me slippin, watch me serve em like talapia
You Fuckin wit an Italian one call I'm bringin the mafia

Im sick of famous rappers and the lives they live
Wit they plastic personas like Kardashian hips
I'm aware of my skin tone
So miss me wit that wigga shit
Ya'll just mad cuz your bitch is on this wiggas dick



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Writer(s): Jacob Martini
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