Broken Silence.
Niggas are not real, I see two faces
New money followed up with new favors
Thought I wasn't gonna make a noise in the game
Now I'm poppin' up in all they "for you" pages
Yeah, I don't spend my time on this music for hoes to overlook it
I want something that's big like impact
Don't make it seem like I wasn't the hardest nigga in the industry
'Cause all you mothafuckas know I been that
My shit raw, grilling these bitches like Pit Boss
Bitches been off, shining like faggots in lip gloss
Rappers still, (Paused) while I get ready for lift off
I'm a big boss, hoes might start calling me Rick Ross (Yeah)
You can't escape me, bitch everytime my music play around you
Regardless all you niggas gonna sing to it
And I ain't talkin' 'bout them basketball awards
But I call myself a legend 'cause it got a couple rings to it
Try to name a hoe I ain't demolish
If I ain't respond, I did a solid
Nail tech, when I'm on the beat, I polish
Say you not inspired by me?
Tell me what you call it (I)
Dropped a song and got 'em bitter like it's Arnold Palmer
Got a couple bodies on my plate, they call me Jeffery Dahmer
Makin' hits and money, bitch, another day another dollar
Don't support a bitch who actin' childish like a bad father
Damn, I guess I gotta do it to the rap bitches
Don't fuck wit me, in real life I really slap bitches
I'm the type to put these bitches on the map, bitch
You cap bitches trying to rekindle, I don't do ass kissin'
You ain't giving criticism, bitch your hating
Freezin' when I'm on a beat, it's like I'm figure skating
Get remover for the fuck ups like I'm picture painting
Your shit making me sloppier than the shit I'm drinking (Damn)
I would really hate to burn a fraud
Let's be real, I hold all you hoes together, curtain rod
I'm winning in life, you don't like me that's a fuckin' loss
I don't really care enough for hoes to get they point across
You niggas lonely, where yo homies at?
Bitch I'm competition, most of you rappers already told me that
Say you think you that nigga come and show me that
It's like I got into a fight, these new rappers be trying to hold me back
Now, what makes you think you can battle me?
I chin check hoes at the gate, you niggas call up Natalie
None (Nunn) of you niggas stepping how you claim to me, it's baffling
You busy talking shit, I'm making money while it's happening
Keep that in your mental
Let that shit sink in, when I say I got an actual pen
You mothafuckas use a pencil
Like be fucking for real
New money followed up with new favors
Thought I wasn't gonna make a noise in the game
Now I'm poppin' up in all they "for you" pages
Yeah, I don't spend my time on this music for hoes to overlook it
I want something that's big like impact
Don't make it seem like I wasn't the hardest nigga in the industry
'Cause all you mothafuckas know I been that
My shit raw, grilling these bitches like Pit Boss
Bitches been off, shining like faggots in lip gloss
Rappers still, (Paused) while I get ready for lift off
I'm a big boss, hoes might start calling me Rick Ross (Yeah)
You can't escape me, bitch everytime my music play around you
Regardless all you niggas gonna sing to it
And I ain't talkin' 'bout them basketball awards
But I call myself a legend 'cause it got a couple rings to it
Try to name a hoe I ain't demolish
If I ain't respond, I did a solid
Nail tech, when I'm on the beat, I polish
Say you not inspired by me?
Tell me what you call it (I)
Dropped a song and got 'em bitter like it's Arnold Palmer
Got a couple bodies on my plate, they call me Jeffery Dahmer
Makin' hits and money, bitch, another day another dollar
Don't support a bitch who actin' childish like a bad father
Damn, I guess I gotta do it to the rap bitches
Don't fuck wit me, in real life I really slap bitches
I'm the type to put these bitches on the map, bitch
You cap bitches trying to rekindle, I don't do ass kissin'
You ain't giving criticism, bitch your hating
Freezin' when I'm on a beat, it's like I'm figure skating
Get remover for the fuck ups like I'm picture painting
Your shit making me sloppier than the shit I'm drinking (Damn)
I would really hate to burn a fraud
Let's be real, I hold all you hoes together, curtain rod
I'm winning in life, you don't like me that's a fuckin' loss
I don't really care enough for hoes to get they point across
You niggas lonely, where yo homies at?
Bitch I'm competition, most of you rappers already told me that
Say you think you that nigga come and show me that
It's like I got into a fight, these new rappers be trying to hold me back
Now, what makes you think you can battle me?
I chin check hoes at the gate, you niggas call up Natalie
None (Nunn) of you niggas stepping how you claim to me, it's baffling
You busy talking shit, I'm making money while it's happening
Keep that in your mental
Let that shit sink in, when I say I got an actual pen
You mothafuckas use a pencil
Like be fucking for real
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Writer(s): Junior Hilliard
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