Talk
Someone is out who is a rapper and has never written their rhymes
They're not a rapper
They're a performer
They're an actor at that point, aren't they
They're a great karaoke person
You have to write it. You
You
You are the person that has to write it
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothing comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
from a bunch of bird bxtches who ain't never written shxt
But critics get paid off to dictate like Adolph
Who hot on they blog, lying they face off
Yet a ball like I'm in the playoffs, ain't take a day off
For years I've been on the radar, I can't stay off
Couple hundred grand, Only Fans I ain't even take my clothes off
Making moves while you doze off
Previously I pushed keys like Mozart
I've been a GOAT since you was coloring with Rose Arts
Back up, silly, won't you let the billy goat talk
This ain't that heaux talk, let the pro talk
I know at times I be acting like a show off
That's cause I did it on my own, ain't got no boss
I hear my foes talk, "all these shits without a deal?"
But fuck it, I'ma keep it real
Every quarter, bxtch another quarter mill
Muthaphuck how bxtches feel when I'm really in the field
Out in Philly like I'm Will
In my city like I'm Slim
Out in Cali like I'm Nip, just in case a nigga trip
40 Cal on my hip
Get flipped like a pimp
Rap bxtches looking dim, I be peeping their attempt
That's why it's looking grim
That's why it's looking gory
Told the label fuck em, what's for me is for me
Independent and I'm taking shots, Robert Horry
Bet you thought I was gonna say Tory
Nah
That punchline been ran through like Lori
I got a plethora
Shxt my flow is never boring
More bars than Angola
Shout out to Mac and Cory
Remember when my rent was at housing authority
Now I'm in the pent
Kicking it like Matt Doherty
You cannot afford me
If it ain't about money then I'm forwarding
So when you call my phone, speak accordingly
More importantly
Ain't no repping
Bxtch, I'm stepping like sororities
A Q or a Nupe
If fuck with my loot
Don't think that I just say this stuff in the booth
FN when I shoot
Turn your shirt red, Winnie the Pooh
Bxtch it's 5 o'clock in the morning
I ain't dropping 5 years
Fans watching and mourning
Yeah I know what you wanted
I ain't a city girl, I'm a witty girl
Smart, pretty girl
Business woman, big titty girl
Go get it girl
Ass fat, waist missing girl
On a mission, girl
It's a different world like Whitney
Bxtch I'm in my bag like Missy
And I ain't have to take back shots like Ricky
Or suck dxck, so execs come pick me
I just reinvest like Nipsey
I just reinvest like Russ
Told Yank, "dawg, it's just us"
God's engineer, no luck
Spit straight raw, no cut
And I be in the cut like peroxide
I ain't been the same since Pops died
Realest in the game since Pac died
And the other rappers that was cock eyed
Put me in the top 5
Bxtch
Getting money and I still ain't switched
Like Saint Nick, I
Stay with a bag
Been a day and a half and I ain't get a wink of sleep
Too much paper to grab
So when they hating I laugh
It don't faze me
Been had birds man, I ain't talking Baby
Stay up out the way and mind the business that pays me
Call me what you want
But you can't call me lazy
Bxtch
They're not a rapper
They're a performer
They're an actor at that point, aren't they
They're a great karaoke person
You have to write it. You
You
You are the person that has to write it
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothing comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
from a bunch of bird bxtches who ain't never written shxt
But critics get paid off to dictate like Adolph
Who hot on they blog, lying they face off
Yet a ball like I'm in the playoffs, ain't take a day off
For years I've been on the radar, I can't stay off
Couple hundred grand, Only Fans I ain't even take my clothes off
Making moves while you doze off
Previously I pushed keys like Mozart
I've been a GOAT since you was coloring with Rose Arts
Back up, silly, won't you let the billy goat talk
This ain't that heaux talk, let the pro talk
I know at times I be acting like a show off
That's cause I did it on my own, ain't got no boss
I hear my foes talk, "all these shits without a deal?"
But fuck it, I'ma keep it real
Every quarter, bxtch another quarter mill
Muthaphuck how bxtches feel when I'm really in the field
Out in Philly like I'm Will
In my city like I'm Slim
Out in Cali like I'm Nip, just in case a nigga trip
40 Cal on my hip
Get flipped like a pimp
Rap bxtches looking dim, I be peeping their attempt
That's why it's looking grim
That's why it's looking gory
Told the label fuck em, what's for me is for me
Independent and I'm taking shots, Robert Horry
Bet you thought I was gonna say Tory
Nah
That punchline been ran through like Lori
I got a plethora
Shxt my flow is never boring
More bars than Angola
Shout out to Mac and Cory
Remember when my rent was at housing authority
Now I'm in the pent
Kicking it like Matt Doherty
You cannot afford me
If it ain't about money then I'm forwarding
So when you call my phone, speak accordingly
More importantly
Ain't no repping
Bxtch, I'm stepping like sororities
A Q or a Nupe
If fuck with my loot
Don't think that I just say this stuff in the booth
FN when I shoot
Turn your shirt red, Winnie the Pooh
Bxtch it's 5 o'clock in the morning
I ain't dropping 5 years
Fans watching and mourning
Yeah I know what you wanted
I ain't a city girl, I'm a witty girl
Smart, pretty girl
Business woman, big titty girl
Go get it girl
Ass fat, waist missing girl
On a mission, girl
It's a different world like Whitney
Bxtch I'm in my bag like Missy
And I ain't have to take back shots like Ricky
Or suck dxck, so execs come pick me
I just reinvest like Nipsey
I just reinvest like Russ
Told Yank, "dawg, it's just us"
God's engineer, no luck
Spit straight raw, no cut
And I be in the cut like peroxide
I ain't been the same since Pops died
Realest in the game since Pac died
And the other rappers that was cock eyed
Put me in the top 5
Bxtch
Getting money and I still ain't switched
Like Saint Nick, I
Stay with a bag
Been a day and a half and I ain't get a wink of sleep
Too much paper to grab
So when they hating I laugh
It don't faze me
Been had birds man, I ain't talking Baby
Stay up out the way and mind the business that pays me
Call me what you want
But you can't call me lazy
Bxtch
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