More or Less
The industry including kindergarten raps as art
I'm disgusted how y'all litter with the music y'all drop
I can't miss I end careers just before they start
And I had to let it off like I'm auctioning cars
Just like how women working all day in uncomfortable bras
Just know I'm coming (cumming) in this game and I'm not pulling out
I tried to even out the odds but banks accused me of fraud
And when I blow just know I came and I gave it my all
I'll fuck shit up
And every song I wrote will surely touch your spirit
And the shit that I envisioned, I doubt y'all niggas can mirror
Stare in the mirror, y'all cannot compete not equiped
Better off being castrated than to call rappers my kids
I'm take time to feed you what I post on my feed
Whether fighting or just pounding either one I'm beating meat
I would father these rappers but they'll end up getting killed
Like every instrumental passed to me just turns into a deadbeat
Patient with these records till I get recognition
While I'm picking up the mic and loading up ammunition
As soon as we in sync y'all are yet to see my motive
I'm bringing heat to niggas, this a forecast
Better listen
I'm very unphased the gimmicks are full of mimics
Raising the bar high I'm 007 with it
Except it's not fiction, pass the mic(Mike) I'm so enticing(Tyson)
Then tape a cautious scene to this mix
I pulled the "John Wick"
I'm disgusted how y'all litter with the music y'all drop
I can't miss I end careers just before they start
And I had to let it off like I'm auctioning cars
Just like how women working all day in uncomfortable bras
Just know I'm coming (cumming) in this game and I'm not pulling out
I tried to even out the odds but banks accused me of fraud
And when I blow just know I came and I gave it my all
I'll fuck shit up
And every song I wrote will surely touch your spirit
And the shit that I envisioned, I doubt y'all niggas can mirror
Stare in the mirror, y'all cannot compete not equiped
Better off being castrated than to call rappers my kids
I'm take time to feed you what I post on my feed
Whether fighting or just pounding either one I'm beating meat
I would father these rappers but they'll end up getting killed
Like every instrumental passed to me just turns into a deadbeat
Patient with these records till I get recognition
While I'm picking up the mic and loading up ammunition
As soon as we in sync y'all are yet to see my motive
I'm bringing heat to niggas, this a forecast
Better listen
I'm very unphased the gimmicks are full of mimics
Raising the bar high I'm 007 with it
Except it's not fiction, pass the mic(Mike) I'm so enticing(Tyson)
Then tape a cautious scene to this mix
I pulled the "John Wick"
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