Verse 1:
Superficial superstitious stupidities
My music's written in fluidity
I lose my grip from your duplicity
Cause no dude can spit with humility
Im trying to be the best
But I pay homage
You claim you're the best
But make dog sh**
Forgetting legends like G-Rap and Kane
Masta Ace, KRS, and the Dre Doctor
Fake posters why can't you
Stay honest
Faker than Drake
Thinking he played Common
Fake beef Drake thinks
Like and 18 year old
Females drinks
Some hard lemonade
And you s** so Ill
Make my song generate
A diss, but you can't diss
Hip Hop renegades
Im still in my
Garage anyways
Even if you can't hear it
Ill let my bombs detonate
(Chorus)
Im just tryna spit some real sh**
To see how many people feel this
If not? Then you're what I have to deal with
Cause this sh** is what brings me feelings
Im just tryna spit some real sh**
To see how many people feel this
If not? Then you're what I have to deal with
Cause this sh** is what brings me feelings
Verse 2:
You think Kendrick's line
Was outta control?
Then you're a dumbf**
Surrounded by jokes
Its a mediocre statement
I see your mirror smoking gay sh**
Around all my foes
Don't wanna perplex my
Imperfect perfections
Just need to protect my
Protest of your reflections
And I suggest that you
Respect the legends
Cause your breathe wouldn't
Be said without their essence
Wait slow it down
In lamens terms
Okay, Ill make your
Face eat the curb
Stomp it out if you
Dare to call me out
Im falling down like
Iggy Azaleas turn
I got jokes for days but
Still the realest
Learned form the best
How k** the illest
Im sick and I got the
Will to build this up
While you remain fulfilled
With fill-ins
(Chorus)
Im just tryna spit some real sh**
To see how many people feel this
If not? Then you're what I have to deal with
Cause this sh** is what brings me feelings
Im just tryna spit some real sh**
To see how many people feel this
If not? Then you're what I have to deal with
Cause this sh** is what brings me feelings
Verse 3:
Yo all I got is
Pa**ion b**h
Ill click clack this tracks
Hand claps and kicks
When Im murdering
You're all nervous when
Im in third person like
Chad can spit
Now I'm grabbing the javelin
Asking if
My craftsmanship is ever
Gon manifest
Inside my skin
Cause I can't spit
Like lighting 5 finalized
Hydrogen, BOMBS
Yeah Im the sh**
And they just sign the print
That binds and grips
Their lives from them
Like self righteousness
They want you diving in
Some nitrogen
Like NBC did with O'Brien's sh**
Trying to burn that
Motherf**ers Irish skin
Now Im lost trying to
Find some friends
Cause y'all only love
What buys ya gifts
(Chorus)
Im just tryna spit some real sh**
To see how many people feel this
If not? Then you're what I have to deal with
Cause this sh** is what brings me feelings
Im just tryna spit some real sh**
To see how many people feel this
If not? Then you're what I have to deal with
Cause this sh** is what brings me feelings