Tabanacle - f** You lyrics

[Tabanacle] b**hes saying that want you saying that they love you 5 months later on the phone she's saying f** you I should a dumped you nar I should a punched you And beat you so bad Da Ian Beale wouldn't f** you Is so true man it never could last Cos you be tweeting off your arse like a Nicki Minaj And I just wanna Little s** and a bit of ma**age But you just wanna give me texts and your Little facade It's no joke now I'm living it large cos I be grabbing on your chick Just to click off her bra I'm getting sick of all these rappers they ain't spitting as hard Cos I ain't living like these rappers how I'm living is hard Man this music game's funny, nah its looking like it's fake Everybody says they blowing but really no you ain't You ain't been on tour man or seen the pounds and cake drake That's why its kinda hard to find a rapper that I rate I'm getting better by the day and my bars are gonna grow bigger People even say there's no one with a flow sicker Like Kanye was back in the day but I can't rate him ever since He's been f**ing with a gold digger Stop crying man you spose to be a grown up Everybody looking at you like at you like you gone loca Me I'm a soldier walking round the streets thinking how many balls is Miley wrecking as an older I got chicks that wanna love me, girls that wanna party Chicks that wanna f** me, girls are getting nasty And everyone I meet thinks she's better than the last hoe Lately I'm seeing more x's than Minarmy You couldn't harm me man, you haven't got the guns And your just like fazer man you haven't got the funds I'mma I keep on going till I haven't got the lungs Like a tidal wave I'm a cause a panic when I come I was born to be a star, performing from afar Cos I hit the track harder than Paul walker in a car And you can laugh when I rap don, your bars will get slapped on Cos like Eminem, I'll only bring it like a rap god I'm superhuman to musically moving I got computers inside of my head Computing these lyrics I'm using choosing abusing the words Letting em loose in the verse but why's everybody act like they doing it first And they don't know about Bambaataa and that s**s I feel to slap you and your father you sad c*nt And if you fed up with the drama then stand up I'm bringing hip-hop back to barring for the fans love You best of run now or I take your life Cos I'll smack you in the jaw just to break the ice If I make it in the game you can hate me twice Cos these rappers are all tits like Katie Price Why, We need a change now everyone's the same I'm just trying to make a difference man and bring a little game Chicks sell their soul for 50 likes just to get some fame Because there's talent in your arse don't mean there's talent in your brains And its a shame where the games gone So like Johnny Storm man I turn the flames on And I'm tearing any track that my name's on and I'm a stay long Until these girls are getting ga**ed like I'm Trey Songz Everybody saying that In the back of pad look I ain't smashing the pad Or on some rapping jihad I'm causing panic its mad And all these actors are trash calling out there big brothers Like I wouldn't never Dappy a slag Ahhhh man they make me wanna laugh again Cos all these flows man I studied then I mastered them Put them on the page as I wrote them with my parker pen I knew they never really had no Arsenal now like Arshavin I'm past the point of even caring what the others rap Your whole sh** seems faker than summer slam They Mobb deep but they running they shook I'm coming they look Like rotten and I'm screaming f** a hook I love this rap sh** but never seem to practice But funny how still I made it go around an atlas So if your whack you won't make it on my track list And u can go hate behind your screen like some catfish