LOSO - 1980 Compound lyrics

Verse 1: You have the intellection And perception That fake is what I'm possesin' But Junior Villegas let me show you a ****** lesson That'll have you second guessin' Have you ever had a knife to your throat at the age of 11 Flashbacks of my past years but I could only Remember 7 I didn't know if i was going into hell or straight to heaven But this n***a around my block had the mac' 11 Ready to spray Everyday n***a thats just what he had to say (Chorus) I know you pack heat and you got gats But where's the ability to rap at Always criticizing about my past raps Sorry but your lyrical tires man they got flats f**in' around and im breakin' em down Ain't got no time for these phony a** clowns Tryna hate on the style when you should adjust your sound You soundin like you're recording off of a vcr with 1980 compounds Verse 2: You ain't nothin but a hater Boy go ahead and meet your creator I'm sitting up on the boss table While you just the waiter To this rap game I don't address any limitator That try's to ruin my work but saying I'm an imitator I ain't ever pulled the heat but best believe that I pulled the paper Junior that n***a ain't nothin but a hater You can go ahead and step in line I ain't ever gonna stop my shine Never gonna stop my grind Words are more powerful than action So whatever gives you satisfaction I guarantee you that I'll continue rappin Recline my seat as I hear the Subs slalpin' Throwin' cash while I'm laughing Your hollow tips in my dome won't stop me from lash in' (Chorus) I know you pack heat and you got gats But where's the ability to rap at Always criticizing about my past raps Sorry but your lyrical tires man they got flats f**in' around and im breakin' em down Ain't got no time for these phony a** clowns Tryna hate on the style when you should adjust your sound You soundin like you're recording off of a vcr with 1980 compounds Verse 3: It was back in the day Just another kid growing up on the southern avenue of the tray The tray that feeds the violence that can be confused with the play Little kids carrying knifes and guns ready to spray Just another small town where the sky stays gray Where the sun blazes and the environment decays But sh** that ain't due to mother nature All the decaying is fueled by the anger Inside of everyone as deep as a crater You never know who's got your back or who has the razor Ready to pull it out without being able to say later Man life that we're living it couldn't get any greater (Chourse) (Disclaimer)