[Verse 1]
You can see that I been unique with the craft
The day I fall off is when the sun turns black
Or when my midterms pa**, you never heard a sicker rap
From a kid thats; not black, 17, and fat
Not a douchebag though
Or some rude a**hole. I got a sick rad flow
Don't claim to have sh** I don't or stack mad dough
So I wanna know, why in the f** you so mad fo?
I don't know if what I'm sayins coming from Drew
If its a lie, if its true, I'm just hella confused
If I could step in the stu and just pocket some loot
I would never cause, f** evil money is the root
Let's see how you react
To a different kind of track, thats influenced by trap
I'm just bridging the gap while you're inching it back
Cause you claim the word sick but youre spitting sh** wack
[Bridge] (Graffik)
And I don't know if I been out the house enough to know for certain now..
But believe me, I'm tryna work it out..
I ain't I ever swore on what I learned awhile..
Well really there's no concerning now
I never thought I earned a crown
But ever since I earthed a crowd
I been riding with a snake, and his name we gon forget..
[Hook] (Graffik)
Never cross up my pen
I've been God since I've been
In this lost cause, losing me and it's the end
If you haven't seen the plans..
But we been looking out
[Verse 2]
I've been thinking I'm the bomb for plenty of days
Sitting back, laughing, counting up all of my plays
And I'm getting more praise, rap is not just a phase
But a means of survival in plenty of ways
We're just blinded, and the fact is
No matter how you stack it, we're all spitting wack sh**
All cause we're tryna' get a mother f**in' rack in
Makin' f**in' racket and kids just gotta have it..
Now I just fell for the plot
Now I'm feedin in with all the f**in' lyrics I jot
Actin' like it doesn't matter if you like it or not
But if nobody liked it, every rapper woulda' stopped..
You can all expect the truth from me
Bones of sh**ty rappers on my knuckels like j**lery
Tell me I'm an entity, its nothing f**ing new to me
Rap and me got chemestry abd this is how its 'spose to be
[Hook] (Graffik)
Never cross up my pen
I've been god since I've been
In this lost cause, losing me and it's the end
If you haven't seen the plans..
[Verse 3]
I got a birds eye view on these two guys who
Wanna talk sh**, thinking that their words shine through
When their claims aren't true. The facts are few
Got a stack in the back where I put 'em, like you
Just to be f**in' honest
You really don't wanna be a f**in target
An MC wants to test me? b**h please
It ain't hard for me to f**in' rip apart a beat
I just finished four f**in' songs this week
And you still want more like a motherf**in strip tease
You got like, half of my sk**
You should not be tryina' rap for real
But that's just me gettin humble
To any hater rapper, yeah I'm ready to rumble
You're all my prey, and I'm the beast of the jungle
You want a f**in hard track? There is my rebu*tle
[Outro] (Graffik)
This ain't no life for you..
I would've died for you
Everything I ever owned, you ask for my pistol
So I vibe with you..
k** some time with you..
What was I to do?
Outta my mind with you..
What did I get into..
Bye sender..
Imma cruse..
Spent the night witchu..
Talkin' 'bout my ??
I'm talkin' 'bout dialin you..
You ever thought of dyin' too?
Well I'mma sit and cry with you..