Old School

Yo, I've chose the old school beat with some lyrics
It's the rule of the rap genre
Y'all say that I need to keep the heat
After I defeat critics telling them to take a seat
Better yet a stool
They'd be calling me a fool cause I would drown them in a pool
That would be so cruel for critics, even yet
Don't tell me to compete with you
Otherwise I'd eat the pussies out for the battle to fuel up the heat
Could I be cool enough to do this shit?
Bruh, I don't give a fuck if I'm uncool or cool
The treat is that I could tweet something to piss off big fan-bases
Then I'd completely not give a fuck about the backlash people give me
You'd say I drool after that tweet?
Fuck that, if we meet in the streets
You'd come in short and chubby
Like you can't fight
You gotta be bigger than me

Just like strong wimps trying to act like a pimp when they're simps
They also trying to get strong like The Rock
Shit you have a shrimp cock
White boys saying they're gonna pull up with a Glock
You have to drop down and give me forty push ups if you're tough
You got some bluff after you've flopped
If you we're a cop
You'd cuff me over little words?
Bitch please, you are one of these sensitive fuckas
Like take a walk outside instead of trying to mock me indoors
Do you have a disease?
Shit no wonder why you trying to talk the shit nonstop
When you trying to fuck virtual trees
And I see that you got fleas for not cleaning yourself
I came here to knock you out
But you smell like you haven't mopped the floors in five years
Like P.U muthafucka

Let's state that if I out-rap you
It'll be extreme for you to get a trap on your fate
Let's be straight up serious and snap out of it
And not beef otherwise they'll make it out of a meme
But we can clap them out of our way by rapping about them
I had to scrap the song "A Lil Crazy" off this album
Because it seems I did lose interest in it
If I was in Shade forty-five, I'd freestyle

Ay, I don't care if I'm perfect or not
All I'm here is some certain amount of respect
After an accidental popularity
From one person from first grade but in second grade
I decided to do the rest myself
Before I'm at my best like I won't rest anyway
I suggest you to be the guest
When I take over your songs when I get featured

Back in between twenty-nineteen to twenty-twenty-one
I was a shitty rapper but I've improved since sho rilla tried to make me dope
And I can say shoutout to sho rilla
I better be the killa rapper so I can become godzilla
I will cope with him to preform in shows
I should be better than vanilla ice
That I want to talk to DJ yella for the shows

Shoutout to Eli & Dru Boyle
I should boil muthafuckas with the beat and lyrics
I had to foil their plans on how they're going to destroy my career
Because me and my homies will put fear into you
We won't spoil you just like your parents did
We will give you a severe discipline
Instead of beer as a treat
We will give you a soil instead
And you are going to like it or not
Maybe if we discipline you more
We can give you some deer meat but that shit ain't happening
Because you are going to get beat for the first time
You are going to carry concrete for two miles and oh wait
I gotta open my ears
Because I can't hear yo stupid ass saying compliments
I think this is it for the song I guess...