My Lyrics Are AI-Generated

鬼佬, Act real but you ain't getting paid tho
Real hoes dont fuck for the fame ho
Don't play, Carve you like a mango
Ak made him dance like tango
Shot a boy like motherfucking rango
Cause when your back from Congo
We're make bangers pronto

How can you be hating when you won't show your numbers
I know that yall can't spit thats the reason why you mumble
An itty bitty diss done made his confidence crumble
I done made a dollar for every time you fumbled

But they can't see a brown kid, on a throne
The british with all their diamonds that they stole
Yall can't sing like SZA, you ain't got no ctrl
Every beat, bar and lyric came from the soul

Making money, making money that's all you care about
Thought you was my friend, thats what im upset about
Crackers don't know that i know they fucking whereabouts
But when i'm there they gonna see blood in a big amount

I done told them to pull up now
Give a fuck what yall talking bout
I'm creating a different sound
Now i can't let them pull me down

I couldn't win a single round
Now i can't really fuck around
You cannot move the crowd
Fucker you cannot get the crown

I only fuck with IOLITE* bitch you didn't make IODINE
I fucked your bitch for the second time
They still don't see their crimes

Yall 20+ and blocking kids
I could never stream on kick
Yall using us for money
Bitch you aren't slick

But i know that you never cared
You're on thin ice like a polar bear
Thought we was meant to be like a kick and snare
Now i'm out of breath cause of the lack of air

Making money this a business and i did it for my mrs
I won't beat you up cause i got one shot that never misses
These crackers aren't worthy of these disses
Won't ever let them dismiss us cause you know I'm ambitious