Andrew Meoray - With Them lyrics

[Intro] Alright (x4) [Verse 1] End with the fake sh** I'm sick of these rappers and basics Sick of the fact that these haters keep on trying and pulling this "great" sh** p**y, you finna get face-lift Definitely hated We hate sh** Most these new artists are only replacements Creating brainage Trying to get my b**h to match my bracelet That's flawless But some of you probably weren't understanding that statement Complacent But knowing that I'm gonna be making it out of this basement Just face it Y'all rappers make me nothing but irritated A legend since '97 Stepping to every veteran I wish I had a dollar for every b**h that I slept with I wish I had a dollar for every race that I stepped in I wish a motherf**er would try me and get beheaded I've been The nicest rapper by far and it's undeniable The words from over-hyped dick-s**ers is unreliable So who am I to know when the highs are low and it's time to go? Cause people only f**ing with you now because it's time to blow [Hook] Aye, and tell them rappers bring they're writtens with them Aye, and tell them haters we ain't getting with them Aye, and tell them labels bring they're millions with them Aye, and tell your b**hes bring they're b**hes with them sh**... [Verse 2] One of the nicest motherf**er I really couldn't care if you don't like me, motherf**er We running and ducking these rappers like we fighting, motherf**ers I swear to God my feet just look like Nike, motherf**er, that's Haul checks We next We Corvettes Put your money on the table, we taking up all bets All battles, and all threats And personal calls, texts No letters, no emails, if you talking we'll cause d**hs and that's real So tell me, that sh** you was talking? Tell me that you wasn't stupid enough to be running your mouth with no caution Tell me that you wasn't one of them people I heard about, rapping 'bout guns, when I see you In public and suddenly you don't have nothing to say to me sh**, cause it happens so often Funny how sh** can affect y'all That rapping sh** doesn't impress, dawg You never been posing a threat, dawg You a mess dawg, and I'm set, dawg One of these days you will learn That you can not f** with my set, dawg Go get you a check, dawg I really do hope that you keeping your desk job, p**y [Outro x2] Aye, and tell them rappers bring they're writtens with them Aye, and tell them haters we ain't getting with them Aye, and tell them labels bring they're millions with them Aye, and tell your b**hes bring they're b**hes with them sh**...