Best Rapper Alive
Fuck what you saying dog all my shit great
I was on my shit dog. You was getting shit faced
Tryna get my shit straight cuz life come at you sideways
You think you running the game till you get pie faced
Popping cuz I'm popular as the pope when I'm popping up
This HappyBoyz Records. Span the whole Metropolis
Fond of us when they find us the chicks wanna fiddle with us
They on my chicken finger till they get the Twitter fingers
Not the type to type about it keep it on the hush
Her hush puppies feel so plush she shop at lush
I've been slept on for years like I'm the sleep number
Now my name been buzzing for the last three summers
In A Different World these days shoutout to Cree Summer
Tryna build my chest muscle plus I speak from it
Plant this garden with my harvest then I eat from it
I keep it G witcha, but keep the cheese from ya. Fucker
I feel like I'm the best rapper alive
My lyrics come sharp like a package of knives
Yea you making money but you ain't stacking it right
This ain't retail bitch stop tryna act like you nice. Yea
I feel like I'm the best rapper alive
My lyrics come sharp like a package of knives
Yea you making money but you ain't stacking it right
This ain't retail bitch stop tryna act like you nice. Yea
Whoever step but don't follow steps get stepped on
My 3M windbreaker resemble Heron Preston
Far as rappers if you can't see that I'm the best one
Then you must be near sided get a new prescription
My competition terrible as twos lyrics I got twos and fews
Different bars for different moods killem ooh
Mad I'm better you in ya feelings for nothing
Barry spinning the heads of fans like they on ceilings or something
They thieving behind the back but they ain't stealing in public
Bitch I recognize my bars and you ain't killing the subject
Like protagonists dying. You wack when in the ring
Y'all like JR Smith. Going backwards against the king on some Playoff shit
Y'all champions minus rings
Rappers without the bling Fantastic without The Thing and that's the thing
Gimme a pad and pen and I'm cooking
Plus I got your girl coming just like Benny the Butcher let's get it
I feel like I'm the best rapper alive
My lyrics come sharp like a package of knives
Yea you making money but you ain't stacking it right
This ain't retail bitch stop tryna act like you nice. Yea
I feel like I'm the best rapper alive
My lyrics come sharp like a package of knives
Yea you making money but you ain't stacking it right
This ain't retail bitch stop tryna act like you nice. Yea
I was on my shit dog. You was getting shit faced
Tryna get my shit straight cuz life come at you sideways
You think you running the game till you get pie faced
Popping cuz I'm popular as the pope when I'm popping up
This HappyBoyz Records. Span the whole Metropolis
Fond of us when they find us the chicks wanna fiddle with us
They on my chicken finger till they get the Twitter fingers
Not the type to type about it keep it on the hush
Her hush puppies feel so plush she shop at lush
I've been slept on for years like I'm the sleep number
Now my name been buzzing for the last three summers
In A Different World these days shoutout to Cree Summer
Tryna build my chest muscle plus I speak from it
Plant this garden with my harvest then I eat from it
I keep it G witcha, but keep the cheese from ya. Fucker
I feel like I'm the best rapper alive
My lyrics come sharp like a package of knives
Yea you making money but you ain't stacking it right
This ain't retail bitch stop tryna act like you nice. Yea
I feel like I'm the best rapper alive
My lyrics come sharp like a package of knives
Yea you making money but you ain't stacking it right
This ain't retail bitch stop tryna act like you nice. Yea
Whoever step but don't follow steps get stepped on
My 3M windbreaker resemble Heron Preston
Far as rappers if you can't see that I'm the best one
Then you must be near sided get a new prescription
My competition terrible as twos lyrics I got twos and fews
Different bars for different moods killem ooh
Mad I'm better you in ya feelings for nothing
Barry spinning the heads of fans like they on ceilings or something
They thieving behind the back but they ain't stealing in public
Bitch I recognize my bars and you ain't killing the subject
Like protagonists dying. You wack when in the ring
Y'all like JR Smith. Going backwards against the king on some Playoff shit
Y'all champions minus rings
Rappers without the bling Fantastic without The Thing and that's the thing
Gimme a pad and pen and I'm cooking
Plus I got your girl coming just like Benny the Butcher let's get it
I feel like I'm the best rapper alive
My lyrics come sharp like a package of knives
Yea you making money but you ain't stacking it right
This ain't retail bitch stop tryna act like you nice. Yea
I feel like I'm the best rapper alive
My lyrics come sharp like a package of knives
Yea you making money but you ain't stacking it right
This ain't retail bitch stop tryna act like you nice. Yea
Credits
Writer(s): Jarron Bratcher
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