Bet On Your Bars 2

You can turn me up a little bit in the headphones Skinny
Yeap, right there perfect
Got to keep this shit in mind
Gotta stay focused
Way, whattup boy

You done gave up on your dreams three times
But got advice on how to reach mine
I'll decline
Crowds at your shows look like your high school reunions
So if I'm not included, I think that I'll be fine
They watch my videos and rewind
Closely study each line
Trying to find the flaws and the weaknesses in my design
Meantime, I'm showing Black men how to free minds
Letting niggas gossip like women in they free time
Me I don't have much of that
These rappers just a punching bag
I drop a tape, they drop a tape the plays they get I double that
Then I triple that, then I quadruple that
You still think these niggas hotter with your stupid ass
On songs all you do is brag
Bout how they let the ruger clap
Someone from ya own community be who you shooting at
You think it's a punchline Black man that's self hate
Need to meditate
Sit and get your mental health straight

Skinny say it's showtime
Rappers getting clothes lined
Start spitting gangstas throw signs
Niggas know that's it's go time
Been a hunnid yard drive
This music shit is a slow grind
You niggas had a co-sign
Got the ball at the goal line
Slow down
Really the artist you aspire to be
That write to the beat
And tell the world his entire beliefs
Desire and grief
Before me that my type was extinct
You just money and bitches like that's all to life in the streets
Rockford nigga, you a sucka emcee
And what you've done in six years we got done in six weeks
City gave em to you I think you done with them keys
Fuck niggas know I run the Eight Hunnid Fifteen
You fly in real life but a bum with sixteens
Rappin ain't for him tell your son to switch dreams
Or pointless hope leave em comatose
Take the auto tune off they songs got no soul or hope
Against them I'm invulnerable
Kill em I ain't culpable
Plant the seeds that make the culture grow
My throne comfortable
Try to pull me into beef when they ambition running low
I get to throwing thunderbolts
I'm Smaug when they wanting smoke
Wooo, his lungs is toast, once im done with bro
Gang bangers in the back screaming fuck em foe
Eight One Five, know I'm on a roll
Black Rabbit money mob we untouchable

Saying I got fake views
Is fake news
Can show you every stream, every person, every state too
I know it burn you in your soul that it ain't you
Your songs don't get playback
Tapes don't get play through
Nobody wants to stay tuned
Ya debut
Stemmed in Black self destruction nigga you a straight coon
Stay cool
Pick up that mic, run my fade fool
You been a fuck nigga since grade school
They always try to tell me rap is subjective
When they homie lyrics is basic but, camera aesthetics impressive
Be the same niggas read my status, listen to records
And think everything I say about em like they one of my exes
Way died that was the death of a legend
The aftermath showed me niggas got no morals or ethics
I'm the reason they threatened
I'm Tupac resurrected
Me and Skinny flexing
Need a check for the check in