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400 Bar (Freestyle) |
Who in the sake of God would introduce my name |
I’ve been secluded and viewed as a true insane |
Ludicrous loser, abuser, there’s few to say |
I think I’m losin' a huge fuckin' screw in my brain |
Yet I have proven that you ain’t gonna ruin me |
With all your stupid, subliminal amusement games |
I’ll keep producin' my tunes, never losin' faith |
I’m at the point where I avoid this drama spreadin' |
Either you feed into this shit or be a man a forget it |
I know I said a lot stupid shit but do I regret it? |
Nah, y’all can kiss the cheeks of my ass if offended |
I’m gettin' sick of these snowflake generational bitches |
Misses I’m always fuckin' right when you know that you isn’t |
Like have a fuckin' sense of humor or you’ll have an incision into your fuckin' |
head |
‘Cause that’s the situation that’s given |
I’m livin' up to the top ‘cause this is my only shot |
To go and murder these beats, whether you like it or not |
I’m bout’a write ‘til my mother fuckin' mind has dropped |
I ain’t quittin' now ‘cause this is really all that I got to keep it major |
A piece of me is half of this paper |
You mother fuckers buggin' over shit that I say but |
Have no problem when I show a bit of my anger |
When I’m bitchin' at my ex ‘cause I barely can stand her |
I’m not surprised everybody don’t like me |
You ridiculin' everything I say |
Despite being a cock suckin', mother fuckin' dick, bite me |
I’m not somebody that you should be takin' lightly |
All of this hate in the air, it blinds me |
Admit it, you fuck boys love to fight me |
We’ll go ahead, do your best and find me |
Matter of fact, I’ll be at your mom’s by nine and we’ll be fuckin' all night |
Disregard the rubber |
I’ma pull out in the middle when I start to fuck her |
And you’ll be left in your life with a retarded brother |
Yeah I said it cock suckers, did I start to stutter? Nah |
I’m a true mother fucker, I’m just tryna make my bread and butter off of this |
shit |
Man it’s no wonder that my hungers always drivin' me |
This undeniably the worst side of me and yeah, fuck anxiety |
I’m not for that |
If you talking smack, I got no problem knockin' you right on your ass |
The villain’s back, you want beef? Then fine you got it |
Topic of discussion mother fucker, that’s all I wanted |
Because my rhymes are lethal like a fire beneath you |
I’ll decide if I’m livin' my life violent or peaceful |
So don’t come at me and expect that I won’t say shit |
Bitch I will murder you so bad up on this mic you will quit |
And possibly may have to rethink why you ever came at me first |
When you know I’ll shrink you to size so you can fit in this urn |
You faggots will never learn so homie just wait your turn |
You fuckin' just with the villain, you’ll get what you all deserve |
My pen is like the revolver, ammo is all the words |
Firing back at all of these pussy, faggots and nerds |
I’m waiting ‘til I return, the fuckin' gift and a curse |
Forget tryna get the earth, I want the whole universe to hear what I fuckin' say |
So shut up and just observe |
I’m hearin' too many chirps, I’m flippin' you all the bird |
Be ready when I emerge to murder you on the verse, you pussy |
I be back and I’m practically slashin' your ass |
With these raps that I stash on my pad |
If you faggots attack me, I’ll lash on your ass |
With this fire burnin' passion I have, that would drive me insane |
Fuckin' I be in pain but the stakes are too high |
So I can’t walk away, gotta aim for the sky |
Gonna stay ‘til die ‘cause one day you will rest me |
Right next these legends, the best of the best is the next me |
So why second guess me? |
Faggots, you naggin'? That’s fine, go ahead keep on laughin' |
‘Cause that’s what has fueled me through most of my music |
You fools lookin' stupid, you losers are clueless |
I knew you was not on my side, you a fake in disguise |
I just hate all you guys who would claim you would ride and just die for me, |
lyin' to me |
I’m not surprise, I can’t wait see your face when I’m signed ‘cause I be |
Comin' at you with the dopest rhymes, the coldest lines |
The classical flow you might just recognize |
Hear the lyrics from the poster child |
The one you mother fuckers hate and would poke his style, fuck dissin' |
You really wanna fight the real me? |
Fine, put down the mic and just try to kill me |
Do your best bitch, go head oh wait, you can’t |
You just a mother fuckin' pussy who just shits his pants |
I ain’t gon' sit here and just argue |
I guarantee if my shit erupts, I’ll draw more attention than a cartoon |
The Chronicles was ripped apart due to the lyrics and comparisons |
But I’m still havin' a part two |
So thank you for the criticism you cunt |
Mr. I ain’t never spoke a fuckin' word to you once |
Suck on a dick and lick up the after spit on nuts, you fuckin' dumb |
Half of y’all can’t even do what I’ve done |
Never was out rhymed, I climb this mountain to outshine |
All of my competition who just sits there and doubt’s my crazy ways |
Who hates my mouth, why? My foul lines only contain two shots |
Bitch, it’s about time that you hear me now |
‘Cause I was a skinny clown the second I came around |
Now I’m feastin' on the game and I think I gained like eighty pounds |
Waive this gun around inside of this stadium |
Packed to the ceilin', do you feel me now? |
My rhymin' patterns are just masterful |
Matter a fact natural, your shit is trash and laughable with a capital L |
Causin' collateral damage put me in a rabbit hole but lookin' back |
I happen to see that my fuckin' glass is full so |
It’s like a message in a bottle |
My lyrics sealed so you can’t even follow |
You ain’t gonna know shit the second I close in |
And beat on your fuckin' head like AP did to his own kid |
I’m comin' in with extended rounds, amount? Too many to count |
Wow, there’s plenty of clowns |
Now it’s just kind’a common to hear these people go off on me like I’m fuckin' |
Madana |
But at least with my fans, I never let ‘em down |
Barely just where I wannabe |
Probably not even close to the fuckin' finish line, sneakin' around |
Follow me like a prodigy, nearin' something now, I just gotta be |
This not a dream, I don’t wanna sleep |
Part me wants to get up and demolish these mother fuckers critiquin' me |
Have to decency, Jesus I can’t believe this |
You treatin' me like a piece of fuckin' garbage |
And equally makin' me feel completely like I ain’t need to be here |
Just wastin' my fuckin' time |
And I recently thought if I easily said the fuck with this shit |
Got up and left it peacefully |
I would be seemingly just feedin' into your selfish and greedy, deceitfully ways |
That you frequently, secretly are givin' me |
But I guess that’s now what beefin' means |
Just like a story book from a folktale |
You hoes still can’t even keep up, you chase your own tail |
Catch you at the motel 6, gettin' your dick sucked by a grown male |
With your toe nail up his ass like oh well, you do what your told still |
I guess your a broke fail, you softer than oatmeal |
You wanna promote sales like Howie Mandel, I look at him like no deal |
We not even bro’s still so you can just |
Poke me back, my flow’s like magic |
You know the fact that I’m no fanatic |
My bonus tracks are more dope than half of your whole album |
I don’t need to no one to cope for that |
When you know that I’m the baddest like what up |
I’m just sittin' on back |
Watchin' this game fall and collapse from the point where I’m at |
What happened to battle rap, actually rap in general? |
It’s not even impressive to be a rapper anymore |
No one gives a flyin' fuck if you’s a flashy star |
Money you fag retards spend on these gats and cars |
We want them nasty bars, don’t care if your track is hard |
You could be wack or smart, just fuckin' act the part |
Y’all rappers ain’t shit, basically fakes, you pussy |
I’m not a gangsta but it’s a big mistake to push me |
I’ve gone crazed I’m back, all in your face I know ya |
To the pavement as I grab a grenade launcher |
And I spray your ass like I’m a crazy mobster |
‘Cause I’m turnin' back into that old ragin' monster |
Face it you cock suckers, I’m a legend of apex |
My brains upside down so whenever I take tests |
I end up with straight F’s but that shit is common |
Fuck safe sex, rip the latex and condoms |
I hit my rock bottom, but I still believe there’s potential |
All I really need a ladder, chair or a step stool |
To get my ass outta this dreadful pit that I’m in, this shit is stressful |
I may have had too many Red Bull’s |
My parents don’t even know I’m rappin' here yet |
‘Cause they probably get mad as shit and send my ass out to med school |
No disrespect to the docs, nurses and vets |
But if I became a doctor and had a patient who has been, in a serious accident |
I’d pull the plug and let his ass sleep to death |
Might as well just let God take the rest |
Oh fuck, this what we doing now? |
I got the baddest pedigree that you have just ever seen |
Ain’t nobody gonna fuck with a man and his legacy |
My chemistry with this game is literally off the chains |
Got the dictionary already stuffed inside my brain |
I got blod on the mic, I’m kinda just psycho |
Whoops, I mis-spelled blood no wait, that’s a type-o |
Oh shit, here we go with the puns, I like those |
Bitches suck me out harder than fatty’s with lipo’s |
You annoy me John, your fuckin' nuts |
I know |
So that’s why I roll up on you like five-0 |
Look at Kendrick man, he’s one of my idols |
I would love to meet ‘em if only my albums went viral, but I know that there’s |
No sleep ‘til |
Ah shit, I get a deal |
Goddamn |
Alright, let me get back to reality here |
Ayo, this game is all I ever wanted from |
The second I heard that 50 album, I kinda felt like this shit is what got me |
hooked |
Illmatic, Mathers and Chronic stood as basically all that I would |
Ever listen to and when I bought my first Onxy album, I started bumpin' them |
Naught By Nature, Mobb Deep and Fugees had me wanna look |
Back at some older tracks and that’s when LL really just got me good |
Radio was unbelievable, I had to throw some homage to one of the greatest of |
all time |
That album’s hard as fuck |
Guess it kind’a felt good to have something more than just comic books up in my |
life |
Shit was just not enough, I couldn’t just be a fan |
I had to learn how to rap so I would study them |
Learn all I can off these greats, never forget when I produced my first tape |
I pretended like I was Dr. Dre |
Everyone wanted to be what they saw on TV |
And I just wanted to be whatever I heard up on CD, shit |
Now I ain’t gon' be bias |
Y’all should’a known that I got the skills to rhyme shit |
It’s no surprise that I have broke the silence |
I’m a mother fuckin' asshole that no one likes, shit |
All of my life I promote this violence |
Show the mileage that I fuckin' took to fly up in this bitch |
My rhymes can be overpriced but I don’t mind, I’m iller than corona virus |
Ah wait, that line’s weak, let me enhance this shit |
I’m iller than a cancer kid |
No wait, that line’s worse, you can’t say that shit |
We live in a world where that comes off as offensive |
For once can you just understand this much? |
Alright fine, don’t get your panties all up in a bunch |
Like Jesus Christ, this world is soft |
I can’t even say the word fag without a fag just gettin' ticked off |
Fool me once, it’s strike one |
Fool me twice, it’s strike three and that’s how it’s gonna be |
Step on my shoes, I’ll step on your face wearin' cleats |
My Air Max 90's, you can’t fuck with these |
You little bitch, I’m an evil sensation |
I’m patiently waitin' ‘til I go and make a name |
It’s the same two steps that I be takin' like everyday |
Eventually I just gotta walk right up in the game, right? |
Shit, someone better grab me now the |
Party hats |
Tell me where this party’s at, I just had a bottle of Jack |
Now I got your momma mad, drivin' out her Pontiac |
Swerve, ran a couple kids over and killed their sorry ass |
I rather have a heart attack than just hear another mumble rapper |
Rap about stupid shit that I never asked |
The fuck’s a Playboi Cardi? The guy cannot rap |
Drops an LP that immediately goes in the trash |
This mother fuckin', cock suckin', dick rubbin', ball bustin', leg humpin' bitch |
Better watch her fuckin' guard |
You fuckin' eyeball me one more time |
I will tie a rope around your ponytail and drag you off the truck my car |
You better remain calm in this game son |
It took eight months to finally trust all of my day one’s |
I ate crumbs for most of my life, even the body of Christ at church |
I still couldn’t take one |
My head’s a mess and I think I might’a just said it best |
My brain swerves from right to left like the letter S |
I got the Wu-Tang vibes, ya better protect ya neck |
Or ya ass will get shot next like, ha |
Ain’t no way you gonna stop me now |
This drama pops out when I’m not around |
Need to add Olivia Holt to my body count |
You can sit on my face girl, I gotta potty mouth |
Nobody wants me now, why? ‘Cause I’m an asshole |
Who says all these fag jokes and laughs at these retards who kinda act slow |
But whoa, let’s not try to cross any lines, fuck that, give me the bat yo |
Let me just smash couple heads back, got a fetish for aluminum bats |
Go ahead, why don’t you ask my last girlfriend |
She’ll probably vouch for that, get knock down twice |
But still come bouncin' back, oh now what’s that? |
Couple rounds of Jack? |
I don’t mind if I do, how many shots can I spew? |
Let’s play a game, the first one to get alcohol poisonin' wins |
And I’m already down two |
So try your best to beat me, you can’t do it |
I drank so much in my life that I became stupid |
Who the fuck would wanna play my dang music? |
I fire at the doubt so I can just aim through it |
But don’t confuse it |
This game is all I ever needed, everything else just fuckin' useless |
I put my two cents in |
Believe my true friends when they tell me there is a chance that I can do this |
A wise man would say, I’m tryna be what I’m destined to be |
But you tryna take my life away |
So by the end of day, better just say what you gotta just say |
Or you best get out my fuckin' way |
So whether I just gotta keep on diggin' up in dirt |
Just to find a fuckin' way to reach up to the fuckin' surface, then I’m do it, |
screw it |
The hell do I gotta lose, nothing |
I’m’a go and get what I know I deserve ‘cause |
This my indicator, I’m bout’a make a name for myself |
If I don’t brace for the ceiling, then the dang floor |
Is all that I would aim for, I’m just an entertainer |
And your a fuckin' hater so, see ya later |
There’s nothin' greater than takin' this pen and rapin' the page |
I mean actually placin' my dick right on the fuckin' paper |
It’s such a beautiful sensation |
Kinda like takin' two foster kids away from their home |
Oh wait, I mean their chambers |
I’m runnin' in this race and I know that I’m gonna make it |
I barely even know what lap I’m on but that’s okay ‘cause |
I know I’m gettin' close, almost at the finish line |
Bout’a erupt like the Boston Mara, um never mind |
So by the time you hear this, I probably wrapped an album |
Y’all better fuck with this shit, I’m bout’a take you out on |
A trip inside my notepad, a journey through my mind |
‘Cause this my life and know that |
(It's the hard knock life) |