Letras
Daddy Fat Snaps, make real rap, make real music!
So, this isn't real music? Like, what are you
Trying to tell me right now, right? Like...
You know what? Fable, handle these fools
DPS hit me with a text
Told him line 'em up, who's next?
Catch 'em talking wild, I'm vexed
'Cause I've never given more, I'm obsessed
Y'all be looking strong with the flex
Instagram and Twitter, catch a check
I've been up next, all night working, you're upset
Won't last long 'cause your skill's not a set
Go on bed, you'll be nothing but a letdown
Sipping on your lean, but more'll kill you dead, clown
You are not a vet, pound
Anything you said into cement, crown
Anybody other than the pawn, this is chess now
Game rap isn't the same, fact
So stop comparing anybody ever to me
Y'all be putting out the same trash, looking to aim crash
Then wonder why, bitch, it's the birds and the bees
Talking ABCs, listen up, I'ma break it down for you
Sounds all the same, got me soaring
But that's not important, lots of lame shit's gone soaring
So you think that could be me? Nice retort
All the greats came and mastered it, practicing what they preach
Coming to take in the game, but you're always looking to cheat
Wanna be something, but everybody's using you 'til you're weak
Drained, broken, and tattered, then they're leaving you on the street
Y'all can do better than that
Start marketing music that lasts forever and stack
Real fans, build it all, all you're bettering at
Is being fake while I'm loving what I do, so attack me
DPS hit me with a text
Told him line 'em up, who's next?
Catch 'em talking wild, I'm vexed
'Cause I've never given more, I'm obsessed
Daddy Fat Snaps, why don't you do real rap?
Real rap, what is that? Gucci gang, steal gats
I'd rather listen to Deadpool for real snap
Than that garbage you call rap, it's real crap
Meanwhile, you got some real artists
Spitting real bars, it's crazy you still call us
Lesser than them, honest to God, I will tarnish
Anyone coming at me, Daddy is still hardest!
I'm coming at you all, you're a target
Cleaning up shit like the Charmin department
Pardon me, Sergeant Meat, mister, don't start it
And don't let me sharpen the pencil, Beauregard
Anyone coming at us get no pardon
You're spinning on the beat to keep up and I'm jogging
There's no nodding, no flow and no noggin
I've been waiting patiently for someone to speak
The last beast that I murdered, he averted the heat
But I'm telling you I want it, that is certain to me
So quit commenting you love it when you're murdering me
Behind my back, I'm telling you I'm waiting for this
I wanna see a Twitter thread that you're making a diss
But you won't, so I'll just keep making a fist
Let it fly when you speak to the gaping abyss, woo!
You've got a million syllables to work with
But everything you're saying's elementary (Perfect)
A real rapper, but nobody's heard it
And I'm the executioner and handing out the verdict
Dead, I'ma kill you, the fake rapper
Is coming at you to invade your brain matter
100K strong, you're telling me they matter
Less 'cause I'm not repping a fake stature?
I will rap about whatever I must
Be it Batman, Goku, or Jabba the Hutt
What you really don't want is me focusing up
On what to say about you, leave it and run
I'm the monster that's under your bed
Or better yet, I'm a mobster, I aim for the head
And when you listen to the track, better show some respect
Go Michael Myers on the beat and leave everyone dead, woo!
DPS hit me with a text
Told him line 'em up, who's next?
Catch 'em talking wild, I'm vexed
'Cause I've never given more, I'm obsessed