You should never argue baby
Yeah I know they drive you crazy
Taking how they drive Mercedes
Still the Moro’s fuck you, pay me
Rap been kinda boring lately
That’s why I been trying to safe it
All these rappers acting, bragging
They ain’t really bout that action
Only when the cameras flashing
Cannons when canon’s blasting
Glad I’m not cut from that fabric
Different manufacturer’s patent
Talking bout the life of Chadder
Be yourself, I feel that matters
Miss the day of skills with rappers
I pick up in the fields they lack in
“Ballers” but they bills is stacking
Lame’s played out, let’s kill this fashion
Polygraph on your real was factor
Wavy lines mean something don’t add up
Think director how I cut the act up


You should never argue crazy
All these rappers so fugazy
Swinging but they making payments
And they pay for what they saying
Lies about their paper making
Swear their gear is custome tailored
Corny getting chips for flavor
And they cheat for records playing
I just keep my statements blazing
Bars be qued for ugly faces
Lyrically I got no neighbors
I’m in a place where no one’s staying
One day label me the greatest
Without a label doing me those favors
Enjoy the fruits of my labor
Watch my haters catch the vapors
In the lab I am a baker
I won’t stop the music making
These dudes with these music capers
To be viewed as if they made it
If you know about their faking
It’ll probably make you hate ‘em
Cause these truths, they’ll be degraded