B-Ly & WillFake - Final Touch lyrics

[ Hook ] Don't be scared, don't be afraid Patience is key to get out of hatred Be nice and don't be brat Only pray to be great [ Verse 1 ] [WillFake] Bullies around you, when you're gonna come but they gotta shoo you Stop your anger, manage it, they say you are sh** Well, they are flies who eat sh** How important sh** for fly to eat? No beef, just get easy for what you live They are chicken-hearted, sissy got dizzy They got your goat, strength inside you just awaits you to goad Haters are jealous, it's like you'd be the police and beat them in jail, lousy f** ‘em who need you only when they're in math test Tickle you and give you the paper When you're out of cla**, they punch you by testicle and leave you like kidnapper Look, they subliminally enslave you, so you must create the f**ing lightning And struggle cause they're struck all by you [B-Ly] See you when you earn this lightning strike But these dykes look like they ever been dislikin' Such a great boy's ready as f** when these motherf**ers been put up in fight They're such a f**in' lack of insight, those eyes gettin' very insular You're too hot for burnin' the fresh solar When they squirt that aerosol up, what they need to say if they only get cash dollar? Might as well givin' your goddamn poundsterling for the funds carin' They'd be frown and shrink in your crown Standin' on a throne, they're found starin' in the crowd searchin' for you Let the fire shown and the horn blown, own all the ground Seems as they get down nappin' up all night every you f**in' sound sleepin' How the f** come that grand lancerny ensued? Like when if I gave a f** what my haters do So barely rare nightmare, you can dare these hare-brained bunnies We won't care if there's farewell Instead of woebegone, these f**in' baes do sh** as Pharell [ Hook ] [ Verse 2 ] [WillFake] Nowadays you'd probably be mocked But they will be f**ed when you're grown Hero wins in the end, it means you'll achieve the crown Maybe your feeling's so ill, floats away But you're gonna find 'em wearing soiled clothes and laying You could just go relentless cause they ran you into the ground When you get rich, those b**hes work in the parking lot or sell solar You turn the horn up, throw a motherf**ing dollar Go out with a grin, show ‘em you're gon' rack ‘em brain Like an oxygen, it's what every breath needs But the scuttlebu*t's what every brat needs You make ‘em molested like Britney [B-Ly] Finally these slick chicks pickin' up bricks But I could build a frickin' house with these thick materials you pricks Hick, think that you shake a stick and make me sick While some dicks put on line ready to be kicked Therefore my nickname wasn't Mick ‘cause I don't move like Jagger So I lick up the dust with this dagger, many f**in' crickets sound sh** when I sound sleep Then you defuse my wick, what wicked ticks I must picket Ever since Kendrick gets drunk so bleak, make sure you better runaway from me quick Catch a flick in the match of weaks, guess I'm Rick Rubin, oldies-but-goodies I can memorize your new tricks, s*ut, that's why you own diet gastric Been chowin' down off these slight fabrics [ Bridge ] All they do for you is envy Their hearts are empty All they want is what you can be Good guys get more enemy [ Hook ] [ Verse 3 ] [WillFake] Just know that you're winning the bout You sag ‘em till no pants on like Winnie The Pooh You're a Steve Jobbs, they are stevedores They are stiff corpse, you're with stethoscope Just pray when you get low, play song like Diplo Slay ‘em when they blow, pay no attention, ho Stay be patient and be pa**ionate like extension cord That ain't so hard, well, they ain't stainless like gettin' wart, hell They hurt ‘cause beat the beaker Check a chicken, like ‘em that eat worm and how stupid they are They ain't knowin' my word, dickheaded's worst Just say and see just about girl lactic Me against the world? Bullsh**, me against galaxy! [B-Ly] Every criminals f**in' have a bright future, even though they're hypnotized by the past But the ba** pumpin' so hard as the struggles, have been doin' all the best Now we're gonna blaze hazily the way that you pa** by Put the frickin' flame on your greasy face, through the fame I've been breakin' my own legs And the rest I let God sets motherf**in' schemes, since that you lazily walk Reproof Barry Allen is actually wrong, I take full throttle No valve naturally's strong enough to handle me, accelerate, I'm crazily talkin' fast Briskly rap, it won't ever stop rapidly, quick speed Admit you're the first champion I took which brings highly drunk out of mind s*ut, there's nothing for you to hide from me [ Hook ]