The Message
[Verse]
Try to reach my level, you won’t get it if you try, hoe
But I’m bound to blow up, you couldn’t touch my pinky toe
And that is when I’m underground and you’re dead on the scene
And when the cops show up, shit’s as dead as it seems
Never was the one to cause an issue
When I blow up you better get a tissue
Or get yourself a pillow ‘cause you’re already butthurt and that’s before I went in
I mean- ugh
That’s before I went in with a clearer state of mind
When my thoughts were filled with “what about ?” and “how’s it done ?”
Now I’m all like fuck it, take a chance and you’ll be good
Maybe you’ll be like that Em dude, hooded white rapper-raps dude
I’m the one and only MTP, compare me, always fall flat
Rap scene like a game the couple past years, rappers fall flat
Don’t forget the ones that were here and died prematurely
Legends went out way too fucking soon, but fuck can I do ?
I had that one track ago, named “what’s the message”
Never think I broke it down so you would get the message
The message I was trying to convey, is live your life, fuck everyone who hates
Fuck everyone who hates, them bitches watching from the sidelines
John Cena attitude, bitch, now is my time
Fuck outta my face if you try to cause an issue
Imma blow up, all you haters grab a tissue
Issue number 1304, another rapper, they all sound the same so to me they’re the same rapper
I’m so creative with my raps, whenever I drop; I’m relaxed and they’re stressed like we’re on edibles
They eat it up like edible, I know I’m quite incredible
Your raps are kinda flexible, I take it, fold it, benefit from y-all
Bleed into another bar
I pour my soul out for these bars
Don’t sign no cotrant, paying 6-6-6 figures, ‘cause you’re a star
Aim higher, reach for the skies and that’s the message
Messages to teach all young rappers, take them, I bless ‘em
Take ‘em all, take ‘em all, take ‘em all, ugh
Take ‘em all, give it all, have it all for what ?
Try to reach my level, you won’t get it if you try, hoe
But I’m bound to blow up, you couldn’t touch my pinky toe
And that is when I’m underground and you’re dead on the scene
And when the cops show up, shit’s as dead as it seems
Never was the one to cause an issue
When I blow up you better get a tissue
Or get yourself a pillow ‘cause you’re already butthurt and that’s before I went in
I mean- ugh
That’s before I went in with a clearer state of mind
When my thoughts were filled with “what about ?” and “how’s it done ?”
Now I’m all like fuck it, take a chance and you’ll be good
Maybe you’ll be like that Em dude, hooded white rapper-raps dude
I’m the one and only MTP, compare me, always fall flat
Rap scene like a game the couple past years, rappers fall flat
Don’t forget the ones that were here and died prematurely
Legends went out way too fucking soon, but fuck can I do ?
I had that one track ago, named “what’s the message”
Never think I broke it down so you would get the message
The message I was trying to convey, is live your life, fuck everyone who hates
Fuck everyone who hates, them bitches watching from the sidelines
John Cena attitude, bitch, now is my time
Fuck outta my face if you try to cause an issue
Imma blow up, all you haters grab a tissue
Issue number 1304, another rapper, they all sound the same so to me they’re the same rapper
I’m so creative with my raps, whenever I drop; I’m relaxed and they’re stressed like we’re on edibles
They eat it up like edible, I know I’m quite incredible
Your raps are kinda flexible, I take it, fold it, benefit from y-all
Bleed into another bar
I pour my soul out for these bars
Don’t sign no cotrant, paying 6-6-6 figures, ‘cause you’re a star
Aim higher, reach for the skies and that’s the message
Messages to teach all young rappers, take them, I bless ‘em
Take ‘em all, take ‘em all, take ‘em all, ugh
Take ‘em all, give it all, have it all for what ?