CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : #FreestyleFridays (24-04-2020)
LOL you autotune sad boys coming after me
Someone shoulda told Hash a synonym for G-O-D
Keep my name out your mouth, n*gga, it’s blasphemy
Got plenty connects and goons ready to blast for me
I’m white-hot, you got hot 'cause you rap and you white
I took a jab at you on a song, but out of respect
I called you as a homie to tell you the other night
Put out a response, two wrongs still don’t make a right
You said it was cool, but clearly something got you tight
Ignoring my texts and calls for catalogue fights
I’ll eat you alive, you ain’t even top five
Not even Top twenty-five, I can’t beef with no Rice
Plus I got, better hooks no Ray Rice
Your pen game pretty good but you ain’t that nice
You ain’t even from the hood
If the rap game don’t work for you the other part of your handle is career advice. Aight?
Settle down. “Friendly competition”
I don’t need to bring you up to be in this position
I don’t need to backpedal
Why you talking like you got medals
You went triple copper on your last tape
What’s your issue? Don’t try to play foul n*gga
I put a nail in your coffin
You play with nail files n*gga
Tell the world you been a wannabe 8 Mile n*gga
If anything sonically I’m like 8 miles ahead of you n*gga
Give a f*ck about numbers
Give a f*ck bout my looks
When I get into the booth, they be like “that n*gga cook”
You the most overrated, I’m the most overlooked
Coz I never bothered to play by the industry book
I don’t go out to the clubs where they showing you love
Getting a tat on your face don’t really make you a thug
Don’t ever think you’ll go bar to bar with me n*gga
If you do, then your name says it all, boy you must be on drugs
Then you must be on Cocaine
Come for me again, my pen ink made of bloodstains
Lemme take the high road, onto a higher plane
This should teach you to never ever speak of my name in vain
Pray for your sins, bow to me to or disengage
Or feel another sixteen bars of my full rage
Someone shoulda told Hash a synonym for G-O-D
Keep my name out your mouth, n*gga, it’s blasphemy
Got plenty connects and goons ready to blast for me
I’m white-hot, you got hot 'cause you rap and you white
I took a jab at you on a song, but out of respect
I called you as a homie to tell you the other night
Put out a response, two wrongs still don’t make a right
You said it was cool, but clearly something got you tight
Ignoring my texts and calls for catalogue fights
I’ll eat you alive, you ain’t even top five
Not even Top twenty-five, I can’t beef with no Rice
Plus I got, better hooks no Ray Rice
Your pen game pretty good but you ain’t that nice
You ain’t even from the hood
If the rap game don’t work for you the other part of your handle is career advice. Aight?
Settle down. “Friendly competition”
I don’t need to bring you up to be in this position
I don’t need to backpedal
Why you talking like you got medals
You went triple copper on your last tape
What’s your issue? Don’t try to play foul n*gga
I put a nail in your coffin
You play with nail files n*gga
Tell the world you been a wannabe 8 Mile n*gga
If anything sonically I’m like 8 miles ahead of you n*gga
Give a f*ck about numbers
Give a f*ck bout my looks
When I get into the booth, they be like “that n*gga cook”
You the most overrated, I’m the most overlooked
Coz I never bothered to play by the industry book
I don’t go out to the clubs where they showing you love
Getting a tat on your face don’t really make you a thug
Don’t ever think you’ll go bar to bar with me n*gga
If you do, then your name says it all, boy you must be on drugs
Then you must be on Cocaine
Come for me again, my pen ink made of bloodstains
Lemme take the high road, onto a higher plane
This should teach you to never ever speak of my name in vain
Pray for your sins, bow to me to or disengage
Or feel another sixteen bars of my full rage
