Lyrics
I just try to stick to myself (yeah)
There's too many snakes in the grass (too many)
Too many fakes in the game
Many two faced men want holes in my back (my back)
I just wanna write my raps and retire my mom and my dad (my dad)
So excuse me please, I'ma do me
And you can get the fuck off my back (yeah)
Yo, I'm almost to a milli and I made it without spending
A single cent on the pay per click Adsense
Other rappers wanna say they didn't pay for their promotion
But I got papers that say that shit's a fat fib
Now I don't know if rappers diss me on the low
So they can brag to their friends
That they dissed me and I didn't even know
But you can tell by the tone that they know
That they don't stand a chance if we go toe to toe
But I digress this, why stress this?
Lions don't concern themselves with sheep, why test Crypt?
Boy, I'm on fire like a tire in a wrecked pit
Try and blow out my flame, boy, that's a death wish
It's become a common misconception when I rap it rapid
People think I'm babbling about nothing
But I'm saying twice the stuff in half the time
You complain 'cause you tried and it came out sucking
Fuck, every day back on the same topic
When this gonna stop? All this dissin' is nonsense
I would rather work together than to bitch about it
Get up on a record with me, spit it
Then we'll get a crowd to sit around and listen to us spit
And then we'll get a tally of the better sounding spitter
It's simple, let's get it now, go count it out
I guarantee that you will see that all your votes ain't even close
To equaling half of the votes for me
What a scheme that was, all this shit is so fun
I'm just rapping 'cause I'm happy, you just wrapping 'cause you lunch
And I'll eat you up like I always do
Another fat joke, but it's oh so true
And I can't help but do it, so go review it
And go focus only on that and not the soulful music
Upload your stupid little hopeless review, bitch