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Don’t get in my face like I ain’t gonna swing
You bark I bite not the same thing
Get the fuck out my face get the fuck out my space
Get the fuck out the building I ain’t sharing no ring
Y’all boosted your ego now it’s finna shrink
The table got food cuz the bars that I bring
I’m shooting yo boat now watch the bitch sink
You making your mixer I’m chugging my drink
Ima murder this bitch I’m in the building
Better look up to me like I was the ceiling
I see all these fakes, boy I’m the real thing
I say what I want like fuck on your feelings
I do to you what Freiza did Krillin
You don’t know half these problems I’ve been in
Better pull back on that pistol and paint me a symbol
Cuz when I’m shooting shots ain’t now way that I’m missing
I don’t believe in religion so I’m smacking the bishop
Don’t believe in these hoes so I’m smacking a bitch up
Swing on Sharkeisha, someone call my barista
I ma drop y’all with bombs and I’m talking Batista
Ditch y’all with nothing like Mrs. and Mesta
I’m just needing head I ain’t text cuz I miss ya
Don’t get me pissed off, I know where you sleep at
Don’t mess with gang cuz I got a militia
I don’t care boy you better back off
Motherfucker I’ll rob you with the mask off
Ain’t got my style so you ain’t gon last long
I don’t play that shit you got me all wrong
A bunch of weak bars out here we go strong
Ask Loky how the fuck I got on
Fucking gold chains I don’t put on bronze
By the time she wake up I’m already long gone
If I don’t trust the bitch then the homie have her
I took too many Ls so it don’t really matter
Wallet got fatter, notepad got faster
I’ve been at my lowest can’t get any sadder
My feelings on check got yeah got that shit mastered
I’m straight on my mindset I got that shit captured
Bitch I’m mad with the pen and pad now I’m the bully and I’m after these rappers
I got real niggas real bros
Like Simi Valley with real hoes
Got pissed off go beast mode
Heard the beat and got stoked
Stopped giving fucks with each stroke
Dropped all fakes and all hoes
Got the extra shade on these locs
So no eye contact with these folks
Now they all looking surprised
No support but still on the rise
Wouldn’t of known if I wouldn’t of tried
It was always my choice so I had to decide
The games the trophy got eyes on the prize
You either with or against start picking ya sides
Give it a try, end up roasted and fried
Stay in yo line stop looking at mine
C'mon Marco what happened? You changed
You damn right I changed, I stopped being lame
Hated being the same, things had to change
Now the thoughts on my brain, got me wanting to reign
Used to think I was trash, but threw in a spark, and went up in flames
Then became, the person I claimed
I’m becoming insane
So now that’s it’s rolling you ain’t stoppin this train
I used to hate my life for always being so broke
It’s all I could talk about like an infinity rope
No one took me serious they all thought this was a joke
All the bitches glanced over and they were all just like nope
I wanted to stand out but didn’t really know how
Like I was really all up on my shit that they knew nothing about
Had all these doubts, nothing but frowns
Confidence dragged all through the ground
Stopped giving a fuck, I came up rough
So tell me now bitch where you at now
But now
I got real niggas real bros
Like Simi Valley with real hoes
Got pissed off go beast mode
Heard the beat and got stoked
Stopped giving fucks with each stroke
Dropped all fakes and all hoes
Got the extra shade on these locs
So no eye contact with these folks
It’s kinda funny coming up with no rep
Like they ain’t know what I could do yet
I’m coming with payback I ain’t forget
How y’all stepped over me to get it yourself
Now we got all these rappers making a mess
Fuck a mumble rap it couldn’t care for it less
If you ain’t kz ain’t got my respect
Wanna argue about it? Dare you to step
But even then y’all couldn’t do it
Ooh on days when I’m going through it
Catch me in a bad day those I ain’t losing
Your reps only thing that's finna getting ruined
I look at the game the fuck you guys doing
You copy and recycle the same thing they using
Y’all trying too hard me I’m just cruising
Y'all the old news me I’m the new thing
I needed confidence now I’m just cocky
None of y’all impress ain’t nothing shock me
Don’t come my way paths too rocky
Waking on thin ice ain’t talking hockey
I dare anyone to go try and mock me
But I know y’all won’t y’all walking softly
Me getting mad is something to not see
Fuck your rap your style and all your Versace
Now I got real niggas real bros
Like Simi Valley with real hoes
Get pissed off and go beast mode
I hear the beat and I get stoked
Nah nah lemme kill this shit
lemme kill this shit
Yeah
Who the fuck gonna step to me
Couldn’t hack it with the best of me
Like flow got coke went through and charged up with a battery
Don’t build up the audacity, It ain’t one of your fantasies
To battle me, I’ll slit a throat with one of my god damn CD's
Like honestly modestly, ain’t not jackpot in this lottery
I’m slamming this shit harder than me slamming on some pottery
You don’t wanna see the come up but you wanna see the prodigy
Gotta be
You can swing on me all day but you ain’t making any damage
Don’t give a fuck if you a gangster or if you thinking you’re a savage
My sleeping schedules the only thing that I can’t fucking manage
Boy I tear your songs apart to where you can’t fucking salvage
But even that point feel like I’m taking it easy
I’m rappin circles round these fucks like I’m leaving em dizzy
And this ain’t even a hundred boy I’m running on fifty
I ain’t talking about the town when I say come and Simi
Real bros
Real hoes
Beast mode
Get stoked
Each stroke
All hoes
All shade
These locs