[Verse 1]
Ya'll probably never heard of me
But i'm BK, From the real team
If you ain't seen
Then i'm willing to bet, that you will see

I Started in my early teens
Picked up and dropped
So many rhymes
On nothing but free beats

Couldn't afford even the basic lease
Not a thug, so didn't own a gun
To shoot my name
To an internet meme

Grew up,started to realize
This could be made for me
Bought a better mic, Focusrite
Trying to blow up, by remixing these

But to pick a name took so much energy
Went from Motivation, to Metaphrase
Then changed it, Visible Motive
Was better but not yet great
Dropped Motive
But didn’t break through
Even after a few mix tapes
Put it down tell a bitch lied to my face

Snapped my heart in half, where's the tape
Packing all my bags, love afraid
Come to grips, I was chasing women
Who all are just fake

Don't think I for-got
People who made fun of my art
Ya'll was shitting on me but to the dumps
Is all I got, if you thinking I got a spot, you tryna rock

I remember
Bus routes, and yalls shitty cots
Funny I see your still living with mom

Not to be offensive
But I see the Pills thatchu pop
How's the HIV, and the SYPH
You got diagnosed with, HA

As you can see, I don't really care
To be offensive, i'm vulgar what's new
Other than recent divorce
Or many kids you gave birth
What you got to say to the kid
You called an Eminem wannabe

[Hook]
Nowadays, everybody wanna talk
Like they got somethin’ to say
But nothing comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
Cause motherfuckers ain't never heard of BK

[Verse 2]
So what do you say to people that think
They better, cuz they flow, or rhymes
Syllables, surprise
Catch more with kick or snare, or bass

I say that's fine, but to get it out of my face
Don't wanna hear fast rappers that sound the same
Track to track as if they spit the shit backwards
This ain't a Hi- race

That's why the tortoise are winning
While coasting down the interstate
I'm just saving face, saying grace

Difference is I switch it up
Keeping the food fresh on the dinner plate
So that they can, never have enough
More than enough leftovers to take home and remake
Should I mention the lack of respect I got for women
No not the good girls
I mean the thots that plot then claim feminist
But aren't, or jocks that slot into em

Coin machine, but broke, done locked em down
By putting a baby into em
Now they want a good guy
To raise and pretend
To be kin to em ha

You must of got me mistaken
Cuz u didn't give me a shot
Back when I didn't want to see you naked
I mean I did but I wanted to see behind the eye

No bitch don't act surprised
When I don't hit you with a lie to try to lye
I'm about that real that mind to mind
Just with a little trust issues got me traumatized

Let's match shoe to size
Next time you try to step out my soul
They’ll be more then hell to rise
Saying I never tried

Wack ass bitch
That that had no tits
Fact is,You fucked around
And still tried to justified that dumb shit
(WOW)

[Hook]
Nowadays, everybody wanna talk
Like they got somethin to say
But nothing comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
Cause motherfuckers ain't never heard of BK

[Verse 3]
YouTube rappers taking lyrics from me
Practically, but not sharing credits
Them ferrets, better prepare for me
Tryda' get a feature

But it costs more than a motherfucking
Payment of rent for me

Couldn't help a young rapper out
Cool i'll be sure to burn this whole damn bridge down
With you on it, tryna pull strings
From the ropes left

I'm not from
(COMPTON)
But i'll be sure to put you straight
Out of something fool I just don't play

Those video games
Use my Nvidia to radio waves
So eventually I get will payed

Don't take me for griping
Always the guy looking, for the silver lining
With Instincts of a pack lion
(Roar)

Thought I was gonna say wolf(WOOF)
But I wanted to switch it up on ya like snoop

So pride be inspiring
Lend me your ear, clear your mind
And open your eyelids
While I get to familiarizing, All you hear is sirens

Yo was on a live stream
Got roasted said I was a poet
Tryna mess words to, an instrumental
Almost hypnotized me

Then I realized
I'm my own critic too
And I like me


[Hook]
Nowadays, everybody wanna talk
Like they got somethin’ to say
But nothing comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
Cause motherfuckers ain't never heard of BK