Brandon
[Intro]
You know, people keep hating and shit
When, I do everything in my power
To be the best I can be and spread positive vibes
But n***as don't want me to
And they also keep thinking I've feel off or something
Man, suck my dick, I'll never die, yo, listen
[Verse 1]
In the dark, I'm a arson
Cut every and anyone's skull off
Cause you motherfuckers made me heartless
All I hear is faggots talk behind my back
Taking shots at me, and saying "he's a fucking punk!"
And "he's retarded!", all I hear is fuckers
Dissing me, for my style, and I bit off some shit
Like I haven't a had a beat in a while
I'm pretty sure you motherfuckers wanna see me mad
Cause I'm easily ticked, like the wires were bad
I'm starting to diss these new rappers on purpose
Take a pump, and start smoke, in Florida
I remember try to start shit, then depart it
Whatever happened to rapping and spitting bars
And if you wanted to get back at the ass
That dissed your father, you would rap battle em
And if you lost, you'd beat his ass in the corner
And grab the knife from ya pocket
And stab him in his damn cornea
Send the boat, the yacht he came in, hope blows up
Using an uzi, and plant upside down crosses
On his body, while he was shopping at Target
And dump is carcass near the parking lot
And hope it get's ran over by a 40 year old fat trucker
When I was younger I wanted to be someone
Make fun of people, and laugh cause it didn't happen to me
And I'm tired of seeing Instagram n***as bragging
How there mixtape, on Soundcloud is great
And he promotes it, on Youtube channels
When he only has about 10 plays
When he's really not saying nothing, to back it up with (yes!)
They make up assumptions, talking how I hate the gays
And say "what if there bisexual, is it okay?"
Fuck no, you fucking faggots, can get flipped off
And feel fear fiddling in ya heart, and beat up for it
One kid one day, 'bout 5'1 or 4'8, said I'm a copier
Like the facts needed to be made
I told em "fuck off", n***as out calling me a faggot
Yeah, tell that to your teenager
When he wears your wife's mascara
As soon as this album drop, I'm a cause controversy
"Now check it out here, this new rapper disses all these faggots
And he hates gays, and the LGBT community is outraged
And when I see it they'll be disgust on my face
I'm glad Biggie, Pac, and Pun didn't see all this
Not only would they be disappointed, they'll be annoyed and
I can say if you willing to talk down on me go ahead
But next time I see you, don't run ya mouth
They just a pointer, "Lil Trash" ya damn right little trash
Cause why you dickheads suck up bags and get fucked in the anus
I'm working on reciting a diss track for ya trash ass
And go ahead try to fight me, wanna act like you don't like me
Ya can't handle me, like it's bad biking
Bringing up all the shit these n***as say about me
Gets my anger rising, but I just realized
Nobody can be just like me
[Chorus]
Cause I'm just Branden, who's all told
But talk behind my back, or talk shit
Or I'm a knock you out cold
You motherfuckers wanna diss me
And doubted me, when I started rapping
But bitch look at me now, you won't knock me down
'Cause I'm amounting [x2]
You know, people keep hating and shit
When, I do everything in my power
To be the best I can be and spread positive vibes
But n***as don't want me to
And they also keep thinking I've feel off or something
Man, suck my dick, I'll never die, yo, listen
[Verse 1]
In the dark, I'm a arson
Cut every and anyone's skull off
Cause you motherfuckers made me heartless
All I hear is faggots talk behind my back
Taking shots at me, and saying "he's a fucking punk!"
And "he's retarded!", all I hear is fuckers
Dissing me, for my style, and I bit off some shit
Like I haven't a had a beat in a while
I'm pretty sure you motherfuckers wanna see me mad
Cause I'm easily ticked, like the wires were bad
I'm starting to diss these new rappers on purpose
Take a pump, and start smoke, in Florida
I remember try to start shit, then depart it
Whatever happened to rapping and spitting bars
And if you wanted to get back at the ass
That dissed your father, you would rap battle em
And if you lost, you'd beat his ass in the corner
And grab the knife from ya pocket
And stab him in his damn cornea
Send the boat, the yacht he came in, hope blows up
Using an uzi, and plant upside down crosses
On his body, while he was shopping at Target
And dump is carcass near the parking lot
And hope it get's ran over by a 40 year old fat trucker
When I was younger I wanted to be someone
Make fun of people, and laugh cause it didn't happen to me
And I'm tired of seeing Instagram n***as bragging
How there mixtape, on Soundcloud is great
And he promotes it, on Youtube channels
When he only has about 10 plays
When he's really not saying nothing, to back it up with (yes!)
They make up assumptions, talking how I hate the gays
And say "what if there bisexual, is it okay?"
Fuck no, you fucking faggots, can get flipped off
And feel fear fiddling in ya heart, and beat up for it
One kid one day, 'bout 5'1 or 4'8, said I'm a copier
Like the facts needed to be made
I told em "fuck off", n***as out calling me a faggot
Yeah, tell that to your teenager
When he wears your wife's mascara
As soon as this album drop, I'm a cause controversy
"Now check it out here, this new rapper disses all these faggots
And he hates gays, and the LGBT community is outraged
And when I see it they'll be disgust on my face
I'm glad Biggie, Pac, and Pun didn't see all this
Not only would they be disappointed, they'll be annoyed and
I can say if you willing to talk down on me go ahead
But next time I see you, don't run ya mouth
They just a pointer, "Lil Trash" ya damn right little trash
Cause why you dickheads suck up bags and get fucked in the anus
I'm working on reciting a diss track for ya trash ass
And go ahead try to fight me, wanna act like you don't like me
Ya can't handle me, like it's bad biking
Bringing up all the shit these n***as say about me
Gets my anger rising, but I just realized
Nobody can be just like me
[Chorus]
Cause I'm just Branden, who's all told
But talk behind my back, or talk shit
Or I'm a knock you out cold
You motherfuckers wanna diss me
And doubted me, when I started rapping
But bitch look at me now, you won't knock me down
'Cause I'm amounting [x2]