Three Words

Hard to navigate when featherweights be out their class
Always wanting you to hear them kill something real fast
I suppose that before I hurt feelings I'll pour
Over ways to ignore, I probably should try it
And I don't talk a lot of shit, the truth just sound like it
And I didn't hear your new album cause I'm on a diet
Not a diss if I say you're better when you're quiet
Yeah I support, but don't be mad cause I didn't buy it
Not trying to be rude but no, you don't sound like nas
And don't run it back g, put that shit on pause
I really want to be encouraging and say your flourishing
But feeding that shit to my soul is malnourishing
Fucking up what was a good day
Now staring me in the face, what the fuck do I say
Yeah, that was dope, keep pushing, you got potential
Now my inbox is flooded with all kinds of instrumentals
So now being an honest critic is essential
To my mental state, don't say that its hate but I'll wait
For someone to demonstrate the proper way to educate
On how to let it bake instead of trying to irritate
And cause an my irate version to give a well deserved curbing
At a lower decibel than disturbing by saying no thank you