Admit That

People love to throw shade while under an umbrella But I'm a getta sunburn cuz I ain't no dumb fella When I fire at rappers I aim at ya patella Weed out grains as a pro carry oats, flagella Had to nerd out before I spazz and blackout I be upfront while y'all in the background Putting my foot in the door I won't accept a handout Using voodoo where ya love to hangout I write in all caps but speak in lowercase Once I'm done ya won't wanna show ya face When I'm on the track ya wanna slow the pace Cuz ya can't hang once I broke the wave There's no killing my momentum when I go forever It's like I hit the jackpot without pulling the lever I'm like bringing the Beatles back together My status is what everyone including ya measure This won't click even wit Adam Sandler's remote Cuz ya can't comprehend what me wrote These raps are the only thing to which I devote And I'm not gonna stop until I'm the goat That's why silence of the lambs is needed Cuz I'm keeping to myself till I succeeded And takeover for the greats that proceeded Which is gonna make things get really heated Like a beef between two heavyweights Which started cuz of some messy takes By these critics that come wit envy traits And won't stop till the fucking levee breaks If I confront ya then ya gonna plead the 5th I'm not somebody that'll feed the myth But that's the things that helps breed ya filth So I'm taking back my shit and don't need a Sith I'll admit that, I hit that, and quit that, then split that The mishap, a quick nap, the bitch slap, to fix cap No mismatch, just this batch, a six pack, of diss tracks The big bag, is a rich gag, for a dishrag, called wig tracks I'll admit that, I hit that, and quit that, then split that The mishap, a quick nap, the bitch slap, to fix cap No mismatch, just this batch, a six pack, of diss tracks The big bag, is a rich gag, for a dishrag, called wig tracks I just put a bullshit hook between 2 long ass verses Wait I stole that from Eminem, I'm nervous Give me some time and I'll be snatching ya purses And doing a square dance wit wordsmiths My purpose is to do what the beat say do Ya worthless and equal to the grass dew These curses gonna make ya pay what is due And the surplus makes sure ya number deux As soon as I release this ya can't erase this My one hitter quitter will sucker punch a racist And I don't think y'all understand what a raid is Cuz we spraying roaches till we wonder what ya race is Whenever ya play this ya gonna be afraid Like a snake in the grass catching a blade Tryna to continue playing ya little charade So that I had to come and rain on the parade I'm my environments favorite product I'll never live life like tomorrow is promised I'd rather die rich then never earn profit I've turn to philosophize like anew prophet Remember to be careful what ya wish for When ya get here ya have to pick which door Behind one a new life, the other a witch whore So will ya go yard or are ya gonna whiff more? They say practice makes perfect but perfect is impossible Ya gotta be the runaway train that's unstoppable And ya gotta do any tasks that is optional To show ya are better than anyone who's probable People think they can be Marry Poppins Acting sweet and nice like cherry toppings Eating up these tall tales like some fairy droppings But ya in the danger zone so call Kenny Loggins I'll admit that, I hit that, and quit that, then split that The mishap, a quick nap, the bitch slap, to fix cap No mismatch, just this batch, a six pack, of diss tracks The big bag, is a rich gag, for a dishrag, called wig tracks I'll admit that, I hit that, and quit that, then split that The mishap, a quick nap, the bitch slap, to fix cap No mismatch, just this batch, a six pack, of diss tracks The big bag, is a rich gag, for a dishrag, called wig tracks Tik tok, big cock, hip hop, flip flop Disc jock, lip lock, tip top, drip drop Tik tok, big cock, hip hop, flip flop Disc jock, lip lock, tip top, drip drop