Connor Cassidy - Perjury lyrics

[Intro] Bars is back These ni**as out here still stealing my bars committing perjury and all of that These ni**as gotta be hommage I'm about to show them how you really suppose to carry [Verse] I got more heat than that Canadian bacon My ni**as clap drums have guns that's Arabian shaking That got kick like a feel good MY team will roll In the field throwing bullets like gravy and pink You start to shine ni**as shady is waiting to put your lights out So pray you got a place to stay up in christ house I stay iced out never been to the white house For seeing presidents from a house I was selling white out And what I write about make my bars hard to bite Bars keeping still you keep stealing all the bars you write fu*k all the hype yo, you been a b*tch all your life But to shoot a chick push you into harlem nights That bar was nice cause it was about me Dont pissed in a house breaking but I don't give a sh*t You dissed Lil Baby clout chasing it ain't about nathan til you laying up in gravy with your scalp aching I might aim the thing cause life ying and ying Its like Christ wouldn't exist without satan I got hitters on the couch waiting And if the text from me come out and step on the beat done A dead man I need to see one Hit my whats up so I can see whats happening freerun That mean I got a dick its a he-she gunning Dickcab it mean it can fu*k you up precum b*tch you think we dumb you ain't from where we from Canada got free healthcare you gonna need some Its stolen bars in all the records that he done None of his sh*t is original, sh*t pitiful I was selling records before the game went digital I started from the bottom like a midget do but ni**as knew The industry was pissing me off when i had sh*t to do After my lil bit was due my accident was critical If you do it big and they can’t find a bigger you They will get a like a that lil ni**as that ain't lit as you You can’t pay homage biting off a ni**a too Dog you bite off way too much sh*t to chew Im getting sick of you culture vultures Yo i hope you brought a gun cause my youngest son big as you Its difficult to win when nobody talk as slick as you And there ain't rappers miserable that can think as quick as you So they think of ways to try and steal sh*t from you without giving credit Pathetic and permissible You be stealing from other ni**as too And in my old tracks you spit my old rap like it was new And you spit the whole rap like it was you and I’m Not the one who created it I hated it Young ni**as trying run with my outdated sh*t I babysit wesson and will pop jada smith You ain't never use a razor to shave a brick and use a priwreck to make it stretch and make it flip And how you clap at the hot girls favorite chick Tory when i heard that story that sh*t made me sick My lady liz is crazy thick And i been cute my whole life i look nice in my baby pics I’m not a baby b*tch i was born in 82 and knew what i was here for that’s 86 You on some crazy sh*t you must be on a lace front I got a street sweeper this case slayer if you can’t stunt Boy you look like a premature dinosaur And you going bald you need a lace front Its straight skunk in this backwood Gentrification is white people moving into the black hood This guy can get his sh*t gentrified Crack is knocking to the white meat tapping pockets like fashion You cats should pay homage im your inspiration Im authentic but y’all gimmicks imitation that’s in the taking But life like a sims game with the stick im holding im controlling the simulation Im innovating You emulating copy that Im the one you cats copying you the copy cat If i dont get guap from rap i can hit poppy that I shot a opp but a opp never shot me back You can’t sing or do reggae you gotta rap And you gotta write it yourself to get props for that Stop the cap you listen to some bars that i said already And took notes like a secretary Of course i know you thought i was the best already But committing perjury wasn’t necssary Wait fu*k the hate cause im legendary I hold enough weight to get another legend buried