Laughing On The Track (feat. $uRly & Solitiverse)

Leave you dismembered And wear up your face I don't need reassurance, I know where I place I face my own demons and I won in that race I work super hard so don't eat off my plate Don't use my name for that clout and that fame And I don't really care about that set that you claim Cause I'm laughing at the track that your homies give roastin And I'm helping small artists push past this commotion I'll re-body this beat still covered in lotion But wait, I should just bottle it up Hold it all in hot magma erupt Till they're just screaming, imagine enough Drop the whole album, the f*ck is the outcome Fuckin' on your bitch like she Jessica Alba This is my song, this is my anthem Two twin glocks and your bitch asked for a dance-off Man I dropped it and now I'm laughing on the track I got thirty motherfuckers on my back, where it at Rock wo ARs, many know you getting blasted a ten times But I'm not worried about the cash, goddamn I'ma keep stacking my pesos, I'ma keep stacking my bankroll Imagine me back in the Draco, And we will not do what you say so You know that I am the smartest, ay, All the few rappers retarded, ay All the ma music is garbage, But I'm still better than your favorite artists All of your lyrics are artless, Career's bleeding out on the carpet Bitch I'm just getting started, I'ma T-bag on your motherfucking carcass Why you looking so hungry, you starving I've been planting ideas in a garden Bet you're out of bounds and I am out of your league Dodging all your shots, so then I'll take the lead Your lyrics are heartless, No energy, No distance So motherfucking heartless, you just sit and you weep I sweat heads like a storm, I feed off of the weak Overthink like a geek, get the job done and eat I'll bury everything underneath, bitch I fucked your girlfriend through her headphones So clearly you don't even fucking know Yuh