The Hallowed Boosh - Comments Section lyrics

[Verse 1] Hey look, it's that little Fletcher kid rappin' Why does he keep even tryin' he knows this ain't gonna happen like Oh wait, the dude actually got some talent Maybe he's really about, will he fail? Pshh I doubt it SIKE!! Ben's so fake he might actually be a mannequin Thinks we fall for all this sh** about how know ones understanding him? Oh god, you're so complex, we know Doesn't all of a sudden make you the next Bino Then you act hard, that's ack-ward Because I think you're a f*ggot with a microphone and I've had it With your convoluted similies enemies want a trigger squeezed At your f**ing head so you just turn into memories On god, you gotta stop, you're embarra**ing yourself You're gonna flop when your tape drops, you're in dire need of Health in the mental, tell me what's your credentials? You're nothing man, put down the pad and the pencil, b**h [Verse 2] I've always been a fan of trying things that none of my friends ever dared Said I want to try rap, they just all stopped and stared When I'm putting out tracks, my conscious gets kinda scared Will people think that I'm sack, or just mentally impaired? Cause I know I ain't authentic, I know I ain't real The fruits that I bear aren't there when you pull off the peel But other rappers droppin' snacks and I've been serving up meals And to get no credit, you know how bad that feels? Cause my rhymes stay hot, and they keep getting hotter Can't take me serious cause I'm not black? What's this, Harry Potter? I stay home, I write raps, I make beats, and I play FIFA My brain shines like a lightbulb that lights up like I smoke reefer It's crazy, future looking kinda hazy But all this creativity in my cranium be pushing up these daisies like it's Day-Z So go ahead man hate me. In 10 years you gonna praise me When I'm at the throne with Ye, Dre, and Jay-Z I'm Gone