John White - Spit Sumthin' For Us lyrics

[Verse 1] Oh you say you can rap? Like Drake or A$AP? Oh you really serious, huh? Ok. Good luck with that There is millions of others like you I knew five from my highschool They freestyled all the time Now they all working at GEICO So who the f** is you kiddin'? What makes you any different? I ain't dissing you I think you just got stupid ambitions You got music I can listen to? You doing any interviews? I haven't heard you spit a tune You got something to prove? Then [Chorus] Spit somethin' for us, spit spit somethin' for us (3x) They thought I was playing, I had to spit somethin' for'em Spit somethin' for us, spit spit somethin' for us (3x) They thought I was playing, I had to spit somethin' for'em You getting paid? You got stacks? You got a mixtape? You got tracks? You on the road? Doing shows? How come I ain't never heard of you before? [Verse 2] Ok, lemme introduce you to my spiritual side The side that gets a little darker for every year that goes by It has no favorites like orange stars And like Middle East Asia, it's torn apart I've fought in wars between I and thy neighbor Drank koolaid with the cyanide flavor And if that's the price so I die for my savior I'll dive in the grave and lie in my manger Haters, do you even know why you might hate us? My life's on the line like I signed a damn waiver And all you do is cry and whine cause I made it Cause I finally decided in my favor To get this paper, make it stack I wanna make a couple thou' while I take a nap Like Satan's lap There's a fire under my a** I gotta change sh** fast Like a tire when it gets flat I'm sick and tired of all of this crap I'm 'bout to be whoopin' some a** For anybody that wanna get clapped I'm right in front of you b**h just ask And when I say that I can rap All they do is laugh Scoreboard bruh, where is all your stats? [Chorus] [Verse 3] Catch what I'm saying I'm here to stay And I'll throw you out If you in my way It ain't up for debate Take it or leave it Yea I'm calling you out Cause when I say it I mean it b**h I'm thinking of wealth Private beach in Brazil With a big bu*t b**h look like she eating her meals They say I need to get real b**h believe me I will When you see these cool hunnids it'll leave you with chills I'm the King of the Hill, you Bobby b**h That's why I made your girlfriends my bottom b**h I'm all over her mouth like chocolate And now she coming back home to kiss you on the lips, so [Chorus] [Bridge] I came up with my own style Macon GA, my hometown P.O.P I hold it down Talk that sh** I'll choke you out Pen and pad I'm in the lab Whippin' up the sickest batch Sniff this sh** it'll hit you fast Fiendin' 'til you need rehab [Verse 4] I'ma beat that a** boy Sleepin' a** boy Pop a Roxy, you go'n need it bad boy Lyrical a**a**in like I'm Wilkes Booth rappin' Here's my answer Since you askin' [Chorus]