Tell Em

One, two, one, two, this is how we do it, from Brooklyn See, I ain't from Brooklyn, but I've been to Brooklyn And I understand, man I'll tell you what Tell you what, my nigga They rap about anything Shit they don't mean Shit they never seen But if you hear me closely, I'm giving you pain I got a whole bunch of rhymes at the same time with it I ain't gotta brag about the shit that they brag about Flash about I ain't gotta rap about the shit that they rap about Cap about I ain't gotta brag about the shit that they brag about Flash about I ain't gotta rap about the shit that they rap about They capping capping I ain't gotta do no capping in my rapping I don't gotta do no stepping just to take a shit Hey you, what's up You already know what it is if you don't know Bruh get up out of here Little boy, grow up Or shut up and put your big shoes on But you know about dickies back in the day I hear you rhyming like Lil Eazy-E Well, you ain't never sold crack while my way Cause between me and you, I might take it It's gonna be a whole lot of demonstration These rappers need to put the drugs down They talking like they gangsta but they looking like a clown You wasn't running around when Tupac was living You was little watching cartoon television And since we all now keeping it real Why take from a black man when he don't own no field I ain't gotta brag about the shit that they brag about Flash about I ain't gotta rap about the shit that they rap about Cap about I ain't gotta brag about the shit that they brag about Flash about I ain't gotta rap about the shit that they rap about Words get better as you get to cheddar When you're broke you start rapping like them broke niggas Get up out my face I don't want to chill with you And I don't even want to go to clubs Cause too many out here on drugs And they want to damn live like us Cause life sucks Yeah, it's hard to look in the mirror It's hard to take a picture of yourself You'd rather be like them I'd rather be myself I'd rather be myself And I don't give a damn if the money ain't add enough This shit is tragic, bruh Why they looking like some faggots, bruh And I ain't got no time to hash it up Pack it up and keep on moving Like Damien Marley, keep on grooving The world may be yours but Lucifer control the system And why are the racist people in the world Selling tarot cards and praying to cristals What the f*ck Jesus is coming back, man Why y'all out here playing Making this a game Y'all out here playing with God's name Using his name in vain You need to get yourself right Cause it's alright Bankhead Polo There's a lot of niggas out here pretending to be shit They know they ain't gonna free shit They know they ain't with the people They know they out here lying I know your rhymes I know your secrets They get their lyrics from Chat GPT Chat GPT And they got ghostwriters too I know the secret code I know the secrets Yeah, bitch, I know the secrets Y'all are fucked up Bankhead Polo 2025, y'all in trouble 2025, y'all in trouble 2025, y'all in trouble 2025, y'all in big trouble 2025, y'all in trouble 2025, y'all in big trouble Yes, sir