Staged

Aye, listen I don’t really feel rappers Y'all living like a savage, right In a crappy life Y’all be at home, checking that baggage price Only had to strike When stagnancy set in my path to write Had advice for killers That sought my death as a practiced vice Never lacked in might That was all you, I’ve sworn to Just crack a mic at ya average height And then a strong brew He chatter quick, got hit with ladders twice Before his short fuse And my chick is all news The chicks you pick from cartoons It’s a wrongful death, Killing rats for strong contempt He was trapping off consent Ya phones is tapped, but call for meds Niggas cap when all is dead Hardheads who always beg I part heads with cautious threats You call feds when offing tek's The game’s a mess In all respect, I don't respect not a one of y’all You can check, but off-wreck Y’all just sweat, when a gun’s involved Why should I punish y’all I rummage through a hundred bars Just sonning y’all Niggas call a ref, if they wanna ball I'm coming off a break I applaud ya fake obnoxious fate Then I drop ya face In a quick beat of a heart rate Y’all beyond snakey My palms achy They all hate me 'Cuz I’m long gone and beyond flakey I bomb babies F*ck rap, I had enough I splatter masks on my batter up Ya favorite rapper tragically done packed it up Rapid stuff Attacking these rap rattlers, wrap 'em up Pack macks in a lavish truck Pack gats in a traffic rush And after lunch I’mma take a breather, as I take the seater Raise the meter Fleet full of crazy leaders who take ya diva Trained to beat ya From navy seals who blaze with fevers Greatly need to break you teachers Who just plainly deceived us, nigga This life’s a stage, try to up it Ripping pages out in public I’m amazed at how they dub it But f*ck it, it's the American dream, you gotta touch it The schemes, you gotta love it The team, you gotta run with but f*ck it If I was never ya man, why would you choose Understand what I do For the clan as my muse Amused, I still take it, run with it Confused for just one minute Could leave you type screwed, with not one pivot Guns spitting, out of ya house The gum spitting out of ya mouth The run'll get you got in a drought My conscious is out Lined by a prophet with mouse Who’s online for all his profit amounts Opted to doubt Out for the count Dropping an ounce of optimal routes Misogynist who rip blouses off, but plops on a couch My response is to them clowns in the house Trump endorsers Fake thugs in fedoras Who take slugs to they mourning In great blood when it’s pouring Quarantined from ignorance I torch ya spleen With my metaphoric, pluralistic aura I’m sort of mean But euphorically, I torture so-called artists Carve my dreams in coffins I taunt teams who flaunting Caution needs to be taken through my rude awakening Ya crew is too complacent When I spit my shit that made you fools basic The blatant audacity of rappers faking images My patience is rapidly, unhappily be getting thin Then again Can’t blame you actors who’s insignificant My legitimate syndicate Rip you to shreds and little bits The penmanship is infinite The rhetoric is limitless I regret not admitting it The best rap participant, nigga This life’s a stage, try to up it Ripping pages out in public I’m amazed at how they dub it But f*ck it, it's the American dream, you gotta touch it The schemes, you gotta love it The team, you gotta run with but f*ck it This life’s a stage, try to up it Ripping pages out in public I’m amazed at how they dub it But f*ck it, it's the American dream, you gotta touch it The schemes, you gotta love it The team, you gotta run with, nigga