Rap, Make a rack & DIE!!!!
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I ain't payin' soundcloud shit
I just wanna see a check, they want us lying bout the wrist
I made like twenty off the net
Dawg I don't give a fuck
I need that money with the swiftness
You know it ain't workin' when that quote lookin' good for
Still can't cop an eighth and boy I'll never whip a wraith
But I'm still with the shits dawg, I'll put a bullet in your
Swear to god about it, ain't nothin' funny 'bout it
You bet your ass I'm above you, I'm gettin' Cudi bout it
All I know is rap, make a rack, and die
This shit'll never fly
If I leave the scene, then the bodies won't be identified, uh, yeah
We all hardly getting by
Ain't it funny, money only coming in when you die, huh
Ayy, it ain't worth it for you
Might blow my money on a Dreamcast and a Playstation Two
I know my opps making zero
Dawg, I should be they hero
You droppin' those bars but still shitting on D Rose?
Make it make sense, how you movin' isn't working
So what's your defense?
All of y'all ain't scratched the surface yet (c'mon)
Oh now y'all beefin'
How you pussies acting deaf and wonder why you getting no clicks?
I could give a fuck about y'all, I pop my own shit
I swear to god
Where the fuck's the improvement
You bit this guy who bit this guy and now you think that you the movement?
That's some flattery
But it don't matter to me
You can do whatever you want, just do not do it for free
I've had good friends live and die broke, it's not a fucking joke
I'm lucky that I'm only rapping now to have something to smoke
And pay off student loans, and buy a fucking home
Or blow it all on pack, I best start acting grown
Rap, make a rack, and die
This shit'll never fly
If I leave the scene, then the bodies won't be identified, uh, yeah
We all hardly getting by
Ain't it funny, money only coming in when you die, huh
Won't stop 'till my wrist can stand on it's own, yeah
Won't stop 'till my own homies stop flashing me they chrome
I got real fucking problems
Don't step to me, you'll get molly-whopped
They tell me "you a funny guy", yeah yeah but look how far I got
You pussy, you bitch-made, you don't take music serious
I'll give you all this game but I just know you won't be hearing it
Insanity, I'll say it one more time, don't have to listen in
Back when I was struggling more, they said "remember this
You'll rap, make a rack, and die
Sometimes you gotta lie, investing in your future, soon enough you'll go and buy their time
Soon enough they'll buy your love, and soon enough they'll bite your style
And soon enough you'll listen to it back and you'll have bought your lie
I swear on it", and they ain't lie to me dawg
I just do what people want, they slide the (brrrr) to me dawg
Uh huh, uh huh, yeah
And that shit's fine to me dawg
Even if I'm always tired of always tryna be god
I'll just rap, make a rack, and die
This shit'll never fly
If I leave the scene, then the bodies won't be identified, uh, yeah
We all hardly getting by
Ain't it funny, money only coming- (fuck, man)
(I don't even know why I still try)