LYRICS

Intro.

Yeah.
Can’t believe i’m doing this shit again…Uh.
It’s time to step on some toes and squash some egos, yeah.

Verse.

To many times I wrote a song like this but I.

Keep doing it ‘cause I ain’t no bitch these suckers.

Say something then their bitch ass switch.

Quicker than Will Smith on that 05 shit.
Cancerous to the game and they don’t even know it.
Writing rhymes on a computer screen don’t make you a poet.

What’s with all the boasting when clearly everybody hates you.

It’s not because they’re envious it’s that nobody rates you.

I know low key you be speaking my name coldly.

‘Cause I don’t rhyme like the rest of you rap phonys.
Don’t provoke me ‘cause you just might bring back the old me.
Okey dokey ‘cause I turn lions into poultry.

Isn’t it funny that every time i’m making moves.

You want to powder balls and gently tie my shoes.

You’re not an emcee you’re just a bitch in disguise.

You’re more wack than an amateur rapper claiming they’re top five.



Chorus.

I hear ‘em talking but they ain’t being real.

Backstabbing me and they still.

Be always up in my grill.

Like I owe ‘em somethin’
I hear ‘em talking acting like they the shit.

But they’ve never made a hit.

So shut the fuck up you bitch.
Why you keep on frontin’?

Verse.

Make no mistake I am a Burn City heavyweight.
I ain’t gon’ stop till i’m the best in every state.
I opened the gate for cats with the same traits.
That spit in the face of friendly envy hiding snakes.

Speak my name tell me how success tastes.

Every time I grab the mic I leave the stage in police tape.

My bones ache, writing page after page.

Word after word, anything you say is absurd.

You’s a fool if you think you can out rap me.

We are not equal, we are not the same people.

You claim to be all knowing but your mind feeble.

Fuck with me i’ll rough you up and leave you in the fetal.

Position, a genocide is the mission.

You’re not real so I guess you can’t carry on tradition.

You claim you drop hits but you’re the only one who quote ‘em.

Fuck your rhyme schemes your whole style fake you’re not chosen, bitch.




Chorus.

I hear ‘em talking but they ain’t being real.

Backstabbing me and they still.

Be always up in my grill.

Like I owe ‘em somethin’

I hear ‘em talking acting like they the shit.

But they’ve never made a hit.

So shut the fuck up you bitch.

Why you keep on frontin’

?

I hear ‘em talking but they ain’t being real.

Backstabbing me and they still.

Be always up in my grill.

Like I owe ‘em somethin’

I hear ‘em talking acting like they the shit.

But they’ve never made a hit.

So shut the fuck up you bitch.

Why you keep on frontin’

?

I hear ‘em talking but they ain’t being real.