Unfit (feat. JOEY Z64 & Bill Beats)
It's still only two words
Suck it
Y'all like to rhyme a whole lot of shit just to say nothing
Keep crying about your songs becoming public
I'll keep laughing, snatching up accolades
Boy I fuckin love it
Say it with your chest, cowards
You sound scared when you rap
Y'all should get louder
I know it's hard
Y'all been getting ignored for so long
But if you're dope then why are you mad that folks talk about your songs?
If you hate me fucking ball up a fist, dorks
Mob up
Better grab them torches & pitchforks
Y'all been circle jerking forever
Now don't that shit hurt?
Show some respect it's the god of the discourse
Motherfucker
I got a fever pitch and don't need prescriptions for good vibes
You should try more goodbyes, less novel length bald lies
That light in the attic is off
Air in the night only salt
Thought I'd take condis with grace cause your patience is shot?
I'm not your mom, dude, I swear that you're allowed to
Make three volt power moves and pout when no one's proud of you
I doubt your crew is down to slowly go through
Prolly most those motions fully
Ring around the goal posts, all roped and drag through pulleys
I'm not a bully I just laugh a lot overtly at these cats that got
All Yajirobe energy here thinking that they're Kakarot
Missed the pot and pissed all over every friend they've got
Like what about you, Bob?
You've locked your trauma, loaded, aimed through rifle slots
Not my job
Suck it
Y'all like to rhyme a whole lot of shit just to say nothing
Keep crying about your songs becoming public
I'll keep laughing, snatching up accolades
Boy I fuckin love it
Say it with your chest, cowards
You sound scared when you rap
Y'all should get louder
I know it's hard
Y'all been getting ignored for so long
But if you're dope then why are you mad that folks talk about your songs?
If you hate me fucking ball up a fist, dorks
Mob up
Better grab them torches & pitchforks
Y'all been circle jerking forever
Now don't that shit hurt?
Show some respect it's the god of the discourse
Motherfucker
I got a fever pitch and don't need prescriptions for good vibes
You should try more goodbyes, less novel length bald lies
That light in the attic is off
Air in the night only salt
Thought I'd take condis with grace cause your patience is shot?
I'm not your mom, dude, I swear that you're allowed to
Make three volt power moves and pout when no one's proud of you
I doubt your crew is down to slowly go through
Prolly most those motions fully
Ring around the goal posts, all roped and drag through pulleys
I'm not a bully I just laugh a lot overtly at these cats that got
All Yajirobe energy here thinking that they're Kakarot
Missed the pot and pissed all over every friend they've got
Like what about you, Bob?
You've locked your trauma, loaded, aimed through rifle slots
Not my job
Credits
Writer(s): Selene Toffoli
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