Silencer

Look I ain't got the crown, but I've been eyen' it
Hardest verse this year bitch I'm writing it
And everything I hold will surely turn to gold
I got the Midas grip, and if yo shit is hot I inspired it
Really I'm enlightening, cause every word I say they be recitin' it
Just when you quote my shit, make sure you hyphen it
Spell my name out, let them know that that bar ain't come from you
Cause I don't want my story coming from a lame mouth fuck how it came out
Was young and dumb, runnin' wild and reckless
It's a fuckin' blessin' ain't laying down, underground and breathless
For heaven's sake I think I had a death wish
I was raising hell and learned to value L's because they came with lessons
A good revolver help you dodge detectives
We gone keep them shells if the beef intel's we take some drastic measures
I got some stories I just ain't professN'
Cause what I hear from Melly case is they gone use that shit as your confession

That best rapper shit I disregard
Cause all the ones I hear say it see me out and say my shit is hard
I hit the booth and rip that shit apart
And that's ironic cause I'm putting shit together when I spit these bars
These niggas know me for my written's well
My shit is swell, and I ain't dancing for my fans this ain't chip and dale
I do my shit and I did it well,
So all my ticket sales come spittin' tells, from a living hell
Yo biggest fail could be a win as well
It's a gem in everything to a look it's just hidden well
Some niggas frail till they sit in jail
Meet some thorough niggas
Then become a man within that prison cell
We all go though a hard ship
So all that shit I learned in life is what I choose to fill my bars with
I tired of hearin' niggas nonsense
So I do my part and re-enforce the art with the content



Credits
Writer(s): Joe Harper, Nathan Lee Butcher
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