FULL.METAL.JACKET
Fuckin' rappers (holy shit) half of them
Huh, but that's okey we get it, we get it
Like, half of them sound alike, okey? we get it
Like they be rappin like this
I just popped some bottles of mollies and I don't feel the same
I just drank some lean with the lollies to make the people say
Holy shit you're rad with your tats and all that, please be my bae
I just dyed my hair with a color that resembles more pain
Like, you know, that kind of stuff, like
This fame upon my name is insane, I cannot die
Got some ice upon my wrist but damn I can't even tell the time
If you can't tell the time then why the fuck you got the ice on?
Skinny white kid fuck your wrist
Jawline Sharp enough to cut your wrist off, sipping Kristov
Yeah I'm pissed off, like the bowl in the toilet
Don't need a punchline to find time to get your mind and boil it
"Motherfucker I'm ill, venereal disease in thesis, I'm very lyrical uh"
You want a bar fight? for' you barf right, boy
Cut yourself on barbed wire, and burn inside the bonfire
Working hard or hardly working? I fuck up your cards
Either way you're surely sleeping on YDoubleR
You're switching your lanes with so many names
You're fucking with lanes, dissolving your brain
But eating the same, you're buying the bullshit they package in bulk
Motherfucker I'm equipped with all the right nuts and bolts
I play piano, come on, I hit all of her right notes
And givin' props to Biggie and Pak' who told me loads (yeah, aye)
Calling out all of you rappers who don't give a shit about culture, just money
You fuckboys gon' get what you give cause the world that you live in's so toxic it's lovely
Got these fuckers running like the beep test, uh
Got my brother saying that I'm "up next", uh
Got your main bitch trying to text me cause you're running suicides
While she's sucking on my thick cock
Talking bout these people soft, you rapping bout a Poptart
Biting off another rapper's beat who's in the hard yard
You in it for attention, in the limelight, in the nightlight
Once the energy is gone, your power's empty, fucking no heart
"Motherfucker I know what I'm rapping about
You save a dog from a pound, gets locked into a kennel"
Enough attention brought around a starving artist
Now is found, gets put into a box and labeled pushing on his pedal
Bitch, uh
You know I'm just saying, I'm just saying
Like, you know, you know, you know what I'm saying
You know what I'm saying, you know
Yeah, you know, you know what I'm saying
(Shout out biv)
Huh, but that's okey we get it, we get it
Like, half of them sound alike, okey? we get it
Like they be rappin like this
I just popped some bottles of mollies and I don't feel the same
I just drank some lean with the lollies to make the people say
Holy shit you're rad with your tats and all that, please be my bae
I just dyed my hair with a color that resembles more pain
Like, you know, that kind of stuff, like
This fame upon my name is insane, I cannot die
Got some ice upon my wrist but damn I can't even tell the time
If you can't tell the time then why the fuck you got the ice on?
Skinny white kid fuck your wrist
Jawline Sharp enough to cut your wrist off, sipping Kristov
Yeah I'm pissed off, like the bowl in the toilet
Don't need a punchline to find time to get your mind and boil it
"Motherfucker I'm ill, venereal disease in thesis, I'm very lyrical uh"
You want a bar fight? for' you barf right, boy
Cut yourself on barbed wire, and burn inside the bonfire
Working hard or hardly working? I fuck up your cards
Either way you're surely sleeping on YDoubleR
You're switching your lanes with so many names
You're fucking with lanes, dissolving your brain
But eating the same, you're buying the bullshit they package in bulk
Motherfucker I'm equipped with all the right nuts and bolts
I play piano, come on, I hit all of her right notes
And givin' props to Biggie and Pak' who told me loads (yeah, aye)
Calling out all of you rappers who don't give a shit about culture, just money
You fuckboys gon' get what you give cause the world that you live in's so toxic it's lovely
Got these fuckers running like the beep test, uh
Got my brother saying that I'm "up next", uh
Got your main bitch trying to text me cause you're running suicides
While she's sucking on my thick cock
Talking bout these people soft, you rapping bout a Poptart
Biting off another rapper's beat who's in the hard yard
You in it for attention, in the limelight, in the nightlight
Once the energy is gone, your power's empty, fucking no heart
"Motherfucker I know what I'm rapping about
You save a dog from a pound, gets locked into a kennel"
Enough attention brought around a starving artist
Now is found, gets put into a box and labeled pushing on his pedal
Bitch, uh
You know I'm just saying, I'm just saying
Like, you know, you know, you know what I'm saying
You know what I'm saying, you know
Yeah, you know, you know what I'm saying
(Shout out biv)
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Writer(s): Reece Bramley
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