Letras
So you want to be a rapper ,
Lookit here u little mother fuckin bastard ,
You ain’t black man you must have this shit backwards,
You look whack, and you gotta no damn swagger,
You all cap, don’t be surprised if I’m laughing
You got a better shot at actin,
Why you want to be a damn vulture?
Appropriate culture,
And praise Eminem like a God with a sculpture,
-I wouldn’t get my hopes up,
Lemme guess, Every song that you makes about how much of a gangster you wish you was,
But you ain’t tough and you ain’t thuggin like you say that you do ,
Tell the truth, you ain’t shootin, you ain’t crip, ain’t blood,
Prolly tattoo your face, and warship the devil on your platforms all tryna to get you a buzz
 Who knew it, the music, had so much influence, on kids with the shit that it does
I DID, FUCK YOU, is all I wanted to say,
To anyone who ever stood in my way,
Take a look at my face,
Do you see someone who pays the mind, or takes time, For other motherfucker to hate,
 you’re too quick to abort me,
Why you can’t just support me?, I tag you all in my posts, y’all ignore me,
Awe -poor ME, what a sad story,
Y’all bout to force me,
To show you what I got in me,
Probably,
Take the rap game in a monopoly,
Rotten to the core, no one dare try stopping me,
Came to steal the limelight,
-it’s a robbery,
-I’m a artist expressing, my heart as a weapon regardless, ain’t no one discarding my session,
Get millions of views, I’m in this bitch now,
Ooh, Pardon my presence,

So What you got a couple of views, you prolly paid for em,
-I got paid for em,
Man you ain’t got fans,
lil bitch I got Stans,
And I got songs that belong in the top 10,
Boy I’ve been raw so long, how can I not win

you ain’t got clout,
you ain’t got enough cash,
And you’re not Very interesting honestly