[Verse 1: Zac Flewids]
"Zac, Zac, No why you rap on that sh**?"
It's not about the beat though, I still finna smash it
Flip an instrumental watch your boy go bat sh**
Rappers always saying that they finna drop a cla**ic
Im on replay, my mind's on the road like a freeway
All up on my sh** like the whole week
You on your sh** like three days
Whatcha doing with yourself?
Why're you still raping, Whatcha doing to yourself?
f** with all the labels I'ma do it by myself
Im rapid like an "MG" don't call me Kells
I'ma spray that sh** till I comatose
Flyer than the finches, Galapagos
Hooked on the rhyme I'ma overdose
"Be the best" be my slogan though
Y'all spray that sh** too nonchalantly
I get it bro, you're flyer than a kamikaze
sh**ty rapper's always coming off so co*ky
Spit about the weed or the purp, but it's not me
"f** you Zac, your colours wrong"
Hating on a boy who be anti-bong
Well sometimes, but...
When I spit it on the track I'ma right my wrongs like
[Chorus: Zac FLewids]
Dont Talk, be the best. (X7)
[Bridge: Zac Flewids]
Actions louder that words, boy
Chirp too hard like birds, boy
Say that you spit it the best
But your sh** is all so slurred, boy
All you rappers care about is cash and the thoughts/thots
If I don't spit it big, sh**, this is all I got
Best rapper here got my luck from the pot
But I don't really do it, it be f**ing with my thoughts
(yeah)
[Verse 2: Zac Flewids]
Seeing if I could keep my focus on
Determination drug is what I'm hooking on
They yelling out, "what the f** is urkel on"
Well f** you all I'm the working one
I got a guardian, you protected by your two nuts
I'm calling down my angels but them angels on their own dust
What? What the f**?
Good kids turned by Lucifer
He's testing me, but I ain't turning back
He's coming in my path, I'ma turn my back
This deep sh**, mother f**ers always wanna screen this
My team is the meanest, your team's full of beaches
Oops, b**hes, that's what I meant
My confidence sunk like sediments
Ain't no great dane but we always be here medalling
I'm never gonna forget, mother f**ing elephant
You don't know me
Sacrificed years for dreams and big screens
My evils too harsh, he won't let me breath
He hates my confidence so I hid it up my sleeve
(ugh)
[Chorus + Bridge]
[Verse 3: Zac Flewids]
I'm welding, I'm spelling, how to lead to major melting
Your rhyme rancid, I go like a little kid
Mother f**er I be telling on your lack of creativity
I'm exactly where want to be
Lyricism stuck to me
I'm a pure bread pedigree up in your vicinity
They thinking that they kin to me but I make them all my enemy
They always talking sh**, f**ing human centipede
How long this player going on his one mean rhyme scheme