Behind the Scenes (feat. chazzthesquirt)

Low-key, and I'm authentic, what you mean
The emotions in my bagage are the basics of the dream
You don't who I am or who I am tryna be
People don't ever see me cause I stay behind the scenes

I've been a hotheaded
I'm emotionally dosed with an off method
And that usually goes with an odd record
But not tearing up unless that I shred it
On twitter I go or where have y'all said it
Fuck chats you fucked bastards
I do not care about your top tier list
Better have Em and Pac settled
Living with a swimming pool
Slaughterhouse in the living room
Hope they don't start dissing too
I think that'd be difficult for me to listen to
When I'm standing outside and I'm not even having the visuals
Fuck man these beefs that I'm hearing are pitiful
Is it that hard to not get into?
I'm just killing my imaginery enemies
And shit on my imaginery friends
From the day I was put in this world I've been itching
To make it and doing it through my plans
The lantern keeps on flashing
It's a sign from where I'm ending, I can't fathom
Will the plane be landing savely or go crashing?
But I love the misery, hating the company
Neither like prison me
I been ambitioully training they finna see
They cannot get to me, not even physically
Had an epiphany, I was driving around my tracks playing infinity
What's gotten into me? Am I officially?
Joinin' while hating the industry, ah

Low-key, and I'm authentic, what you mean
The emotions in my bagage are the basics of the dream
You don't who I am or who I am tryna be
People don't ever see me cause I stay behind the scenes
Low-key, and I'm authentic, what you mean
The emotions in my bagage are the basics of the dream
You don't who I am or who I am tryna be
People don't ever see me cause I stay behind the scenes

Yeah, they want me to shut up
They know I been stackin' this cheddar with ease
Ya boy is a badass
And Rest In Peace to Capital Steez
My drip get 'em wetter
That's why your girl is back on her knees
I'm grippin' the metal, and pushing the pedal with capital P's
I'm countin' this cash all the way to infinity
Know all my enemies wanna get rid of me
So I keep niggas up out my vicinity
I don't want fame I just want my identity
I just want you to admit what you did to me
I am so sick and you can't find the remedy
Just know that your hatred will never get into me
Yeah, bitch
I know you been jealous
But all of my bitches are outta your league
Ain't no one ahead of me
This game is all mine and I do as I please
Girl come put that head on me
I love when she suck and she don't use no teeth
I'm poppin' an edible
And grippin' her head when she come up to breathe
They stay on my dick, if you wanna hate that's fine with me
Oh you grippin' the stick?
Fake gangbangers ain't slime to me
I ain't up in the mix
'Cause all of these bitches be lyin' to me
We runnin' the game, yeah me and Britt behind the scenes

Low-key, and I'm authentic, what you mean (What you mean)
The emotions in my bagage are the basics of the dream (Of the dream)
You don't who I am or who I am tryna be (I'm tryna be)
People don't ever see me cause I stay behind the scenes
(Behind the scenes, yea)
Low-key, and I'm authentic, what you mean (What you mean)
The emotions in my bagage are the basics of the dream (Of the dream)
You don't who I am or who I am tryna be (I'm tryna be)
People don't ever see me cause I stay behind the scenes
(Behind the scenes, yea)

Yea, 'cause we stay behind the scenes
Me and chazzthesquirt, yea we stay behind the scenes
And we killin' it right now
It's crazy, yea