Old School

Yo, I've chose the old school beat with some lyrics It's the rule of the rap genre Y'all say that I need to keep the heat After I defeat critics telling them to take a seat Better yet a stool They'd be calling me a fool cause I would drown them in a pool That would be so cruel for critics, even yet Don't tell me to compete with you Otherwise I'd eat the pussies out for the battle to fuel up the heat Could I be cool enough to do this shit? Bruh, I don't give a f*ck if I'm uncool or cool The treat is that I could tweet something to piss off big fan-bases Then I'd completely not give a f*ck about the backlash people give me You'd say I drool after that tweet? F*ck that, if we meet in the streets You'd come in short and chubby Like you can't fight You gotta be bigger than me Just like strong wimps trying to act like a pimp when they're simps They also trying to get strong like The Rock Shit you have a shrimp cock White boys saying they're gonna pull up with a Glock You have to drop down and give me forty push ups if you're tough You got some bluff after you've flopped If you we're a cop You'd cuff me over little words? Bitch please, you are one of these sensitive fuckas Like take a walk outside instead of trying to mock me indoors Do you have a disease? Shit no wonder why you trying to talk the shit nonstop When you trying to f*ck virtual trees And I see that you got fleas for not cleaning yourself I came here to knock you out But you smell like you haven't mopped the floors in five years Like P.U muthafucka Let's state that if I out-rap you It'll be extreme for you to get a trap on your fate Let's be straight up serious and snap out of it And not beef otherwise they'll make it out of a meme But we can clap them out of our way by rapping about them I had to scrap the song "A Lil Crazy" off this album Because it seems I did lose interest in it If I was in Shade forty-five, I'd freestyle Ay, I don't care if I'm perfect or not All I'm here is some certain amount of respect After an accidental popularity From one person from first grade but in second grade I decided to do the rest myself Before I'm at my best like I won't rest anyway I suggest you to be the guest When I take over your songs when I get featured Back in between twenty-nineteen to twenty-twenty-one I was a shitty rapper but I've improved since sho rilla tried to make me dope And I can say shoutout to sho rilla I better be the killa rapper so I can become godzilla I will cope with him to preform in shows I should be better than vanilla ice That I want to talk to DJ yella for the shows Shoutout to Eli & Dru Boyle I should boil muthafuckas with the beat and lyrics I had to foil their plans on how they're going to destroy my career Because me and my homies will put fear into you We won't spoil you just like your parents did We will give you a severe discipline Instead of beer as a treat We will give you a soil instead And you are going to like it or not Maybe if we discipline you more We can give you some deer meat but that shit ain't happening Because you are going to get beat for the first time You are going to carry concrete for two miles and oh wait I gotta open my ears Because I can't hear yo stupid ass saying compliments I think this is it for the song I guess...