Keep Track (feat. Swanni Rivs)
You oughta shut the fuck up dumb ass dickhead
You should know it's your fault your dogs is dead
You're the type who would like how Lil Uzi raps
But then you have to ask who is Kool G Rap
Its no cap
I'm getting fucking sick of this crap
And if someone dissing me I'm fucking hitting them back
Oh snap
I'm killing everybody in the rap game
And any fucking emcee who ever had fame
Your purpose on earth is to give your dad shame
So ain't no bitch wanna take your last name
Y'all could only pray to break bread with the god
For god sake take a break from the endless façade
Nobody test me
Let's be honest
I'm better than all those to whom I pay homage
But stay modest
I strike like a cobra
Word to the R cause the fucking wait is over
If you don't like my shit then sit the fuck down
Cause I ain't got the time to be fucking around
With a clown
Who can't keep track of the beat
There's no one left in hip-hop for me to compete
If you don't like my shit then sit the fuck down
Cause I ain't got the time to be fucking around
With a clown
Who can't keep track of the beat
There's no one left in hip-hop for me to compete
Better not sit back, relax, or crack that six pack
Cause we come out smackin back like "we did that"
Go and tap mac and get my stacks back
Cause I don't blast at cats that cash app my cash back
Better move kid
How you owe me bread and haven't moved since
Why you gotta go and act stupid
You knew from the rip
I don't want to hear shit
Told you not to fool with the bread I buy my food with
I'm a cool kid once you get through this shit
Up to you bitch, give me the loot and watch my mood flip
After that we'll kick back, run the trap
Riff raff, spit shit and lounge back in my new whip
See once you act right how the mood switch
A whole motherfuckin vibe you can grove with
Now watch my bro flow
Come alive and produce a new twist
Time my guy show you fools who the truth is
If you don't like my shit then sit the fuck down
Cause I ain't got the time to be fucking around
With a clown
Who can't keep track of the beat
There's no one left in hip-hop for me to compete
If you don't like my shit then sit the fuck down
Cause I ain't got the time to be fucking around
With a clown
Who can't keep track of the beat
There's no one left in hip-hop for me to compete
Bring it back to me
The rugged rap factory
Your death wouldn't even be a fucking tragedy
Mad at me cause nobody gives a fuck about you
And you ain't got the shit inside it takes to make a crowd move
A true emcee feeds on the beats given
That's the only thing that I can eat to keep living
Keep swimming
I live in a deep dark abyss
So I can't seem to find a good way to market this
I rip apart a carcass with its own cartilage
So stay far away if you ain't a part of this
Hard to miss
I stick out like a sore thumb
Cause I'm the only one dressed like a poor bum
Whores run
I'm in full attack mode bitch
Keep talking I'mma have to detach those lips
I use a beat to defeat any enemies
Then leave emcees in the street deceased
You should know it's your fault your dogs is dead
You're the type who would like how Lil Uzi raps
But then you have to ask who is Kool G Rap
Its no cap
I'm getting fucking sick of this crap
And if someone dissing me I'm fucking hitting them back
Oh snap
I'm killing everybody in the rap game
And any fucking emcee who ever had fame
Your purpose on earth is to give your dad shame
So ain't no bitch wanna take your last name
Y'all could only pray to break bread with the god
For god sake take a break from the endless façade
Nobody test me
Let's be honest
I'm better than all those to whom I pay homage
But stay modest
I strike like a cobra
Word to the R cause the fucking wait is over
If you don't like my shit then sit the fuck down
Cause I ain't got the time to be fucking around
With a clown
Who can't keep track of the beat
There's no one left in hip-hop for me to compete
If you don't like my shit then sit the fuck down
Cause I ain't got the time to be fucking around
With a clown
Who can't keep track of the beat
There's no one left in hip-hop for me to compete
Better not sit back, relax, or crack that six pack
Cause we come out smackin back like "we did that"
Go and tap mac and get my stacks back
Cause I don't blast at cats that cash app my cash back
Better move kid
How you owe me bread and haven't moved since
Why you gotta go and act stupid
You knew from the rip
I don't want to hear shit
Told you not to fool with the bread I buy my food with
I'm a cool kid once you get through this shit
Up to you bitch, give me the loot and watch my mood flip
After that we'll kick back, run the trap
Riff raff, spit shit and lounge back in my new whip
See once you act right how the mood switch
A whole motherfuckin vibe you can grove with
Now watch my bro flow
Come alive and produce a new twist
Time my guy show you fools who the truth is
If you don't like my shit then sit the fuck down
Cause I ain't got the time to be fucking around
With a clown
Who can't keep track of the beat
There's no one left in hip-hop for me to compete
If you don't like my shit then sit the fuck down
Cause I ain't got the time to be fucking around
With a clown
Who can't keep track of the beat
There's no one left in hip-hop for me to compete
Bring it back to me
The rugged rap factory
Your death wouldn't even be a fucking tragedy
Mad at me cause nobody gives a fuck about you
And you ain't got the shit inside it takes to make a crowd move
A true emcee feeds on the beats given
That's the only thing that I can eat to keep living
Keep swimming
I live in a deep dark abyss
So I can't seem to find a good way to market this
I rip apart a carcass with its own cartilage
So stay far away if you ain't a part of this
Hard to miss
I stick out like a sore thumb
Cause I'm the only one dressed like a poor bum
Whores run
I'm in full attack mode bitch
Keep talking I'mma have to detach those lips
I use a beat to defeat any enemies
Then leave emcees in the street deceased
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Writer(s): Scott Swann
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