Credit

Lately I've found myself stressing Nobody will give me my credit All of my verses are real And I'm still underrated I swear that I've had it They say they love me cause I come with a message But they be actin don't tell it But yet these mumble rappers lack a message And y'all hype e'm up man I swear that's pathetic They say that I rap with a purpose But when I drop a track it don't get many views But tracks about drugs they'll worship I'm losing my mind I'm bout to blow a fuse I put my soul in these verses, but I'm still underrated I'm really confused Like playing games at a circus, I give it my all in the end I still lose I guess that I'm different, because I'm driven to put me and the fam in a better position Y'all getting racks while you selling drugs, but me, that wont be part of the tradition Y'all trynna come up, I'm doing the same, but I'm trynna get rich with different intentions Y'all making moves that'll land you in prison, but me I been careful with every decision I'm calling you rappers, I'm dialing yo digits Say you the best, well I'm burning them bridges You gotta speak on more than just the women You gotta speak on just more than yo riches You gotta talk about more than yo fame Cause none of that matters, that topics a pittance Saying you real but you riding the trends, get out my face man I bid you good riddance You cannot compete man it's levels to this Believe that it don't get no better than this I don't play no games but I'm fresh with the sticks When I let off some rounds I can bet I wont miss Y'all say that you rap, that's a daring attempt Ya momma just told you be careful with this Burnt ya hand on the kettle upsetting event Running pockets if y'all who I'm betting against I been holding back but I'm tired of running This ain't no track look the goat has been summoned Look like you seen a ghost you knew I was coming Committing murders when the notes get to strumming Like Michael Myers killing songs by the dozen I left years ago now I'm back to go hunting My knife is rapping and I'm bout to start cutting I cannot be off'd I ain't dying to nothing Don't ever question my ability You basic rappers you lack in efficiency Say you the best and you lack credibility Got nothing to show for it that's an epiphany You sounding real hurt lemme call you a medic All of you rappers sounding the same, you sound like a parrot Spitting heat and I copied yo style I'm swiping your debit I'm claiming what's mine, so give me my credit