Bet On Your Bars 1

No more corny punchlines and rap lyrics that's been simplified
Been smoking since 09 like weed been decriminalized
Killing wack rappers for years I been desensitized
On this paper chase, first place been incentivized
Rappers ain't no friends of mine
All they fans is switching sides
Accomplishments is minimized
The moment that you mention mine
This a specific grind
And it's a different kind
You niggas ran a relay only footprints on this sprint is mine
Selling mixtapes like nicks and dimes
Fuck boys see I'm getting shine
And want our names intertwined
Love and hate the thinnest lines
Me and my little tribe
Killing whole crews of rappers, this a genocide
A vigilante, villainized
By rappers I done victimized
While I'm busy giving life to dreams that we visualized
Ain't trying to hear yo raps bout drugs and yo pistol lines
That's adding to the bondage to my people under mental binds

Black and proud, I'll break you off
All my verses rated R
Nothing like niggas who put on performances at racist bars
Minstrel shows tap dancing for master I think ya cadence off
Rockford niggas admire my music just like it's ancient art
I get to saying bars
Niggas get nervous like hearing Satan talk
Hand me the mic and I take the safety off
Spit the shit that they exalt
Compared then exceed, bring me the paraplegics, they taking steps once I pray they walk
Still my niggas tryna evade the law
Bring me the best local rapper he getting babied dawg
My posters like a rookie Kobe Bryant trading card
Seen niggas fold in real life that on songs got the bravest hearts
So I ain't trying to hear that shit you tryna tell me
Every time I hear these niggas rap it underwhelm me
Been nine months they got no EP, tape, or LP
But somehow got advice and some ways that they can help me
Directors running trains on you niggas to get wealthy
Barely share yo videos cause the shit you tryna sell weak
We grind hard for twelve months they grind hard for twelve
Inhale leaf
Then sing about the city and I delve deep
Tryna find dirt on me, hoping some details leak
So they can gossip on they diss records over stale beats
Man, you a whole bitch out here
You blew all of your chances like you roll crip out here
If skills was something that came with a price tag
Sure these wack drug dealers would end nice fast
But practice can't be bypassed
I took my time on my craft
You was busy chasing them hoes guess that was not the right path
This survival of the fittest yo career gone die fast
I do this for the hustlas on the corner bagging dime sacks
To niggas working nine to fives, plotting as the time past
King of the Eight One Five, you niggas know where I'm at

They know



Credits
Writer(s): Leslie Rolfe
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link