Diss Track

I've been up working for four days or more on the album in progress I'm outta control I got some grass in the grinder, a masterful rhymer when hit the bowl Taking its toll; I know, I am a pro, though making some dough I don't got ice on my neck just to show to the haters while they throwin' shade on my glow RIP beats, VIP seats to my friends and my family when they at a show Cause you already know: that I'm killing the tracks, and my team come wherever I go This is a diss track, all of y'all missed that, I'm on a wave I'm hella paid now, f*ck what you say now, get outta my way Why don't you sit down? Rolling a spliff; loud, ready to blaze I need some cash; facts. You need some raps; facts. Let's make a trade Call in the guards when I get in the booth, you know it's the truth, I only see bars I was checking the Waze app. I was planning my mission to Mars I'm with my girl, we leaving the bar; look in her eyes, say "Get in the car." Tryna get home, ain't very far, got some weed in the jar. Damn, I'm ready to smoke I just smoked a couple blunts and now I think I'm high. Man, I'm feeling amazin' Mental is racin', bitch I'm impatient, stay in the basement. Got Racks on racks, I'm chasin' the money. I did it myself cause I'm so sick of waitin' Raps on wraps, I'm spittin' the lyrics I've written as soon as I roll up the gas Pull up and blast off. I do not pass; dog. Give me some cash Everyone is so apologetic, I could never get it, I just listen and laugh This is a diss track, all of y'all missed that, I'm on a wave I'm hella paid now, f*ck what you say now, get outta my way Why don't you sit down? Rolling a spliff; loud, ready to blaze You need some raps; facts. I need some cash; facts. Let's make a trade One thing I learned in my four years of school Is that one hundred k don't mean shit anymore Still got the Focus, I whip it for now As I save up a bag for the vertical doors It's getting harder, my tastes are expensive The Cliquot, the bourbon, merlot and the port Stacks, on stacks, on stacks. Killing the tracks Only thing left is the corpse Whoa...check out this flow Why would I go if there ain't any dough? Bro, I mean please, I was just tryna be nice. I thought you could see I am the pro you aspire to be. You'll never be me. I am OG Rhyme in the booth, I'm the new Dr. Seuss And your songs are repetitive; say something new Jeez...pass me the piece Burning you all on the track, and you better believe That I'm coming for blood. I won't settle for peace Want your defeat I want you to know that I'm realer than you, and I'm tone deaf as f*ck Keep bringing the heat I just keep pouring more drink in the cup, your release suck Comic relief This is a diss track, all of y'all missed that, I'm on a wave I'm hella paid now, f*ck what you say now, get outta my way Why don't you sit down? Rolling a spliff; loud, ready to blaze I need some cash; facts. You need some raps; facts. Let's make a trade I'm sick lies. Guys, why don't you try; write some original lines? I remember everybody telling me crazy when I said, I wanna spit rhymes Turn on a dime, labels keep calling line. I just decline Why would I wanna split the money up with you if I know all the profits are mine? Kinda divine how I make it so wavy, it's crazy as f*ck up inside of my mind Maybe the ninety-nine problems I have are ninety-nine artists who wasting my time This is a new wave, you're late. I'm outta state with the cash in a pack on my chest Pouring the whiskey, it's straight. Please don't debate who the best now, I'm coming up next Flexing for pictures, you're lame. See me in person, I notice you switchin' your lanes Checks in the mail thanks to USPS. PS to you. Land$hark the best.