Intro-
*coughing*
It's like that yall
(It's like that yall)x14
Verse 1-
Ay, now hows it feel to be the runner up?
Your lineage littered with b**hes ignorant to what is what
Come on pick yourself up, s** it up
Acting like them otha' s**a's how you get your mother f**ed
I don't know your parents, but I'm attacking them
Cause the a**hole that you are, it takes half from them
So keep your trap shut, if you ain't saying sh**
Cause all those words do is dig graves for you to lay in quick
Steady Roundhouse, til' I f**ing die
And ima' keep flapping wings til' I am f**ing fly
Til' I rise out of ashes, prides founds in my past sh**
And i can see with no need for tinted gla**es
Hook-
(Its like that ya'll)x16
Its like...
Verse 2-
S T E, A D Y
Roundhouse in this b**h and they see why
These s**ers bound to know me now
Cause i was thinking of em' when i wrote these down
Swag b**h, go and roll the weed up
And i'll do you like when i beat the beat up
Birds of a feather flock together if the weathers right
So I turn my head to heaven searching for some better sight
Was that right? is Atom's swag tight?
These other rappers confused, tryna find dark with a flashlight
This my blast sight, emit an addiction like a crack pipe
And get these b**hes to blow me like bagpipes after that last flight