No Name

You've been rapping before me
The music you're crafting sounds kinda corny
So if I start laughing then please just ignore me
This is what happens when you think you out preform me
Man your flow bores me
Damn I know this game was made for me
I swore to my friends before that I won't do this again
I won't do this no more so I said fuck the game
And I drained all of the ink down the sink but I think I'm transforming
I think I am changing
I drink for the feelings I'm restoring
I don't think they are healing, I have this feeling inside
When it's raining its pouring
It's storming
I find every bad rapper that really think they actually matter
I'm exploring these routs and I'm taking them out just a full warning
I will knock the socks off of your feet, I will put you to sleep, and you will be snoring
At first when you heard one of my verses you thought it was worthless so you was Aborting the mission but now you are boarding the ship that I sail
When I decide to go fishing
This shit that I sell is good but I'm not about to bribe you to listen
I have this confession, I rap all day and I start in the morning
Rap is a blessing, I have a deep heart for the game
That will not change, it's just too rewarding
Yeah, you just rap about cocaine that you're snorting or your hoes
That you're forcing to fuck, you get them pregnant
And at first, you let it slide, then you get an abortion
What's on your nose
I guess it snows when it rains
I'm about to go insane because bro you got no game
This song has no name
You just like to grow fame
You just care about the bread instead of growing your game
You're showing your chain
You say you got money, shit you must think you are funny
Because you only own change
Sit down you better not blow up on me or I will hit you, clown
One day I will blow up, one day when I grow up
I bet I will glow when I go up on stage when I show up
Backstage so nervous I will throw up
I've been rapping for a while so if I freestyle for you then you better put your phone up
Don't talk back because when I'm on the track I'm better so you better own up

You think you're a mighty eagle
Your ego is bigger than every continent
You think you are more prominent
But I can promise this
When it comes to pen to paper
I'll write anything to offend a hater and to show my dominance
And when I see you later I will tell you that you're not topping this

The feds that you're hating
Makes you think you are hot shit but you can't stop shit, so that's not an option
My head's aching, from all of this faking
You must have mistaken my ranking
So I'm flanking from the side and I'll catch you by surprise
When I rise from under the blanket
You claim that bars are the only thing you're ever baking
But what you're actually making is only bacon
Uh buh duh, uh buh duh, what the fuck are you saying
Please, tell me you're playing
Tell me you're joking, that or you fell, maybe you're choking
Maybe your mic is broken
Whatever you write isn't real therefore it's easily outspoken
This game is what made me feel open
It changed me like a magic potion
I call rap a good habit bad lyrics put the soup in
They call me young funny looking Bunny Rabbit, and that I'm white like baby lotion
But lately, I've been feeling low and maybe I am too open
So now I am closing the gates, I'm sick of the hate, I promise you won't know the way
You gonna have to be a bad bitch to know where I'm going
You probably don't wanna go because its cold, in my head, it's snowing
Yeah it's dark in my heart
I use to be sharp like a hatchet
I swore I would be seen on a billboard but I'm not even ever seen on a tablet
I guess I have no talent
Go go yeah I got rhymes for gadgets
Yeah I got verses in my jacket
And lines in the cabinet
Lions in my cabin
It's bedtime, I know I shouldn't but I'm gonna lay you down on a wooden pallet
If you think, I hate you, then you read my mind
Or you're in my mind like a fucking maggot
Wait, I'm white, and I rap, how the fuck does that make me a faggot

I never said I wasn't a guest of hip hop but I guess
You're gonna keep bitching while you put on your lip bomb
This game took away my stress like a sick com
You'll mess up If you talk shit, I won't quit I'll just bring out the big bombs
Now I'm more of an intruder unless I ding dong ditch the little fucking bitch and it's funny Because he'll still sing along to my shit

Yeah I was gonna stay, so I put a bed out then they called me a lab rat
So I'm gonna head out, where's my cab at
Then they say that I should be staying because they were only playing
But don't tell me you're joking just leave, stop provoking me
Or I will diss you with a flow so crazy like token's be and you will get outspoken Guaranteed plus I'm already ready late so long story short I'm straight
Where's my bag at

Its a bag, not a purse
Don't tell me I can't rap
I'm not last I'm in first
While you're in the back of the hearse
I'm willing to attack yeah I'm killing this verse
The way that I act makes me think this gift is a curse
The way I say and slay words, on a track, cut me some slack, you wanna get smack
You're tryna jack
You quack like a duck
You roll up with your pack and you act like you don't give a fuck
You think you are gangsta because you keep your Mac tucked
You sell drugs and crack so you are the plug and you flex about how you are a thug
Man take a seat on the rug, I told you you'd flop, why didn't you listen
Please stop you're bitching
Oh you're cooking pot in the kitchen
What
You said fuck swat and that's just a cop so why are you flinching
Yeah I'm 69 seconds away from snitching
Yeah that was a shot
Am I a snitch
No, I am not
I'm switching my setting, I'm sketching eleven beloved thots
Whether I love them or not
Did you hear that right
Maybe the audio is glitching I can't stop twitching
I guess from all of this stress and lack of cardio
I'll be back for my next track but I won't sound as retarded though