Type of Way

Hate what you say
You feel some type of way
Just say it to my face
They just going down
Cause I hate when they fake
And feel some type of way
But when they in their face
No words will be found

Bitches be trifling
They dudes be talking violent
Tryna keep it neutral
But you running up the mileage
Caught me at a good time
Your stories lack a good rhyme
Add a little jingle
Now your bitch is out here wilding
Gas me up and walk away
Your back against the wall is how you dying
Never loved yourself that's why some pussy has you thriving
Got you so corrupt her body count is high and mighty
Something that you'll never be I'll end you like the Mayans
Ain't gotta get physical she'll do it with a virus
Keeping to myself until a bum come and try me
Knew you was a hater I could feel it in my psyche
Knew you was the devil have my angels right beside me
Lacking common sense your common scent stunk of bribing
Sucking titty for so long, at this age, that's childish
Bitch think she bad from her looks like Kylie
Without it looking like a Looney Toon like Wylie
That's a real horror scene something like The Shining
Looking in the mirror got the haters sounding silent
Member making pennies? Making dollars cause I signed it
I know you forgot I got the tapes lets rewind it
Now you looking tired cause this mountain you tried climbing
Excuses be the easy path the reason why you lying
Ain't gotta front this bullshit adding fuel to fire
Bitch I'm gone but Im never gon' retire

Now let's get back to the facts man
I don't even like rapping about bums and bitches
But y'all really wanna play it like that?
Fuck it
Look

Unemployed and desperate I was tryna be the hero
Got you in The Family like your name is Deniro
Looking at your morals and that bitch read zero
Mindset young you like plotting with the pedos
Had me going crazy like the joker Jared Leto
You was busy writing up a plot Tarantino
Learned a lesson talking to the fakes like amigos
Gotta keep my cool before I end up with a heatstroke
Got me feeling hot so I came with a deepthroat
Now you know the price when you talk don't be cheap hoe
Tell that boy to pick a lane this the streets hoe
Felon for a reason I know how to play for keeps bro
Living like a legend you stay watching from the stands though
I was breaking bread you was busy holding hands hoe
Had a knife pulled but that energy was wack bro
Everyone that hated was all talk and that's facts bro
Feeling like I'm Chris even almost got jumped bro
Living like Drake it was 20v1 bro
Everybody always tryna talk like they won bro
Reason that you talk is cause of me I think I won hoe

Hate what you say
You feel some type of way
Just say it to my face
They just going down
Cause I hate when they fake
And feel some type of way
But when they in their face (yeah)
No words will be found (yeah, yeah)

Got a full clip I ain't running out of ammo
Even when I do I'm throwing hands like Rambo
I can run it up got some soldiers on command though
Only unleash violence when it's needed guess it's time hoe
Could've kept quiet but you had to bite the hand though
When the dust settles I know you'll be feeling sorry
I'm the one and only father you can ask Maury
Came up from ghetto living large like Cardi
Ask your girl what she felt before ouuh that's naughty
That'll put you in a box
Eee Errt, Roddy
Don't ever talk my name if you know nothing about it
The demons in my head turn to angels when I'm bout it
This is just a warning please don't really get me started