Man I'm sick of always being told to
Seize the moment and grab it
While others dip their dick in the game and just trap it
While I'm sittin' in the studio mappin'
Plottin' plans on graphs to try and higher my own standards

Livin' off of Campus
While you be livin' off of the money that you got from Granpa's

Wallet
I'm honest
So when I say I'm ballin'
I really mean it; promise
I'm the nostradamus cuz I saw the farthest
I'm the hottest artist comin' outta the bottom
Any chance he gets
He bottles cuz he's caught up doin' fancy hits
Not realisin' the fans don't fancy this
They fancy skill

How you call yourself a rapper when you don't even rap
You sing some R and B and you hop on some trap
Then you cop a little crayon so you plot up some plans
On how to not be so sloppy and sad
I got friends in radio who love how I rap
I was trending on Anghami, know you fuckin' with that

And when we spit it
You know we gone just get it
The way that we be livin' for different decisions that we're given

Man I feel empty
Wishing for a brighter tomorrow
My dad left me
Always found drowning in sorrow
I can't let him
Leave while I'm drownin' in patience
I just messed the
Whole sake of my morals I follow

I'm fearless
The meanest
MC that
Made a deal with
God, said if I don't succeed then
I'll repent
Or he can take me to the deep end
I'm leavin'
Always gonna fight while I'm here and I'm breathin'
Never thought I'd be the one to bleed when
People talk behind my back, it's keepin'
Me with me cuz the hate feels real when
I sit alone, with no freedom
Or wheels that
Can wheel me away
Okay

Takin' pictures shirtless I ain't even seen an Ab
And what the hell is up with that weird 'Apollo' tat
Whatever, Like Apollo, you can both get slapped
Man, we get it, you're a no-show solo act
But notice that
I'm solo too and so is Dax
I pulled a you on you and then told you that
I'm the best rapper in the whole country man
And if you got a problem go talk to my hungry fans

I remember the time when you called to collab
We talked for a bit you said you were a fan
Now you claim that you're better, well back to lab
I'ma show you what to write with a pen and a pad
Look
I don't get it
Not just you but your whole image
Why would anybody wanna go listen
I hoped they'd know better
But they loath for a beat that's dope and
A video by Cole Bennett
I know these types of moles that dove inside
The soul of rap and just grow in it
I want you to go listen
To some real rap
Couldn't build a fan base, so you're real mad
This guy just stands, vapes and feels like the man
Thinks he has taste but doesn't hear The Clan
Man in that case, I gotta be the man

Said you're the greatest rapper in Egypt
But when I DM-ed you sayin' what the hell really?
You were quick to take it back like I only meant trap, but in lyrics you're the realest!

Boy do I have a story now for ya
We agreed that we would compete like Tory and Joyner
But you knew that I would destroy ya
Cuz you said "no disses, all love, let's keep it like Boyle"

This dude wanted us to do a trappin' contest
So I just sat there burst laughing honest

And Man what you sayin'
'Bout there ain't no competition? Bitch, you're missing
A frickin' pot to piss in
Whichever palm your dick's in
Use the other to jot some lyrics
You talk an awful lot for someone who ain't got the listens

That's what all they say, ain't it
The same old phrase, plain with
Oh, no way, hope no pain
Stays through the whole day
Woah, wait, flame the whole place with propane
'till I feel my soul ache

My vision begins to darken like a vignette
As my mind thinks about what I'ma bring next

I told myself the mission
I built myself a platform
I got myself some listens
And enjoyed all the outcomes

I got a lot of stuff thrown out my chest
But somehow I feel like more of a mess
I feel like my mind tore open my flesh
And I'm a sittin' psycho with no rest
I might go and just

This ain't nothing personal
I ain't intent on hurtin' you
But I gotta murder you for comin' on my turf this rude
You're a worthless dude
I wanna find some dirt on you
But ain't nobody heard of you
I lurkin' through
Your profile
To find something worth while
But I ended up cringing at the pics starin' at my mobile

Ayo 'Daddy K'
Whatever you go by
Wait
He's actually called
Whatever
You forgot to reply to my last DM
We said we would make two songs and see which one of us got it
I asked you when we droppin' our songs
And you didn't even bother to reply to the message
And when I told you to pick a beat, you didn't
So I don't get it
What is it that you want
And hey I know you guys don't listen to the lyrics
You just bump your head to the beat
But I want you to open up the lyrics
And start to read
I want you to really get what I'm saying
And why I'm saying it

And hey I'm not too late or anything
I wanted to wait 'till I could put this on the album
But now I'm done
Shoutout to the rabbit
You know who you are
Now I'm done
Done