Troy K. - #YAB lyrics

[Verse 1] This is strictly for the sickly who ruin to climb quickly// By moving to high swiftly and screwing you blind nifty// I come from a time if we lied about our progress// The crowd would frag us and eat us up like we were haggis// You maggots are spoiling far more than just a culture// A genre a fashion your lives and how you all supposed ta'// Hustle to get forward stay humble and move toward// The prize beyond ya eyes while fighting to cruise over// But you ignored the toll and now you're paying for a pa**// I bet if jay did it, you'd shove some rabbits up ya a**// A bunch of puppets cuffing string & happy to be the act// As long as cash attach you ain't caring that ya work is wack// I got some beef with that cause ya sh**tin on a craft// That was given to the raff that carried those riffs to ma**// The school was the people and the cla**room our reality// But now the lessons sold under corporate ideology... [Verse 2] See me i never lie, cause i never gotta prove sh**// Never with that bullsh** like priest in the pul pit// Severing you fools quick while pissing on your music.// Do something bout it, its like i thought..useless// How is it ya name is at a top tier level// When ya fame is fabricated you don't rock like a pebble// I'm leaving you disheveled the second you're exposed// You the type to film a show and pay for views thats a no// But you would never know cause ya s**ing on the tit// Of the mother of invention faking to get you hits// But faking will get you pinched by the fists of reality// Honestly it saddens me the fact that your mentality// Is plagued by the calamity known as F.T.M.I// Faking to make it will get you nothing but living lies// Its like prison wives getting f**ed for the long run// You was never real you just followed what you thought fun.. [Verse 3] Before I finish let me spit it at these wack a** blogs// Who do half a**ed jobs promoting trash a** slobs// And got the nerve to say its real when its all just a scam// To get famous as a brand by only putting on they mans// And got balls to tell others how to submit their music// But never put you on unless you're friendly with their cool clique// This sh** is foolish and still its common practice// So how you tell me pay dues… and got it all backwards?// I'll smoke you like a backwood ... exhale ya lameness// And derail your playlist like i buck fiftied ya face lift// s**er you are tasteless like hipsters wearing shirts// That say wutang but never heard wu's work// How the f** can you claim that your word is your bond// When you're lying like them stations with the same damn songs// Your games all wrong like a fight with no fists// So when i holla YAB just know that YOU'RE A b*tch!...