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biske – black friday lyrics

black friday lyrics
[verse 1]
everyone been busy faking victim card
and now they’re busy know what victims are
every rapper fugazi, busy smelling daisies
want me on their track, not one dollar they would pay me
then they blame you for their wack half ass tracks
talking ass bout views they never had on that trash
they know if they had you their career gonna crash
+up, stomach with balloons, steal your doubloons, act class
+sy, they got lessons without seats, about me, who they’d say “beat”
doesn’t let people acknowledge our beef
then tries to get people on their side without telling any story or anything that they can actually see
i send in brutal track, whacking hax across their back
then they gon act like the track was a messy cap
using ig argument as bait, something about your spellings, not even autocorrect right can make, mate
so attach your badge, get ready for war
the blood bath, blood path, memories in my core
number 44 on your door, bullet tear through corridor
you being in high school, you’s a word wh0re(f+cked)
about your squad and sk, i can take them on a match
you make facts look cap, manipulate bros on your track
epc, i sleep deeper with one eye open
you’s just raw choking, need full bottle of the ocean
you’re sbk without the b
continue, stan wannabe g
okay p money wannabe, pray to god, mon ami
“you’re bad” is all that you’re calling me
you’re not a match, you’re just a stick
one swipe from me and you’d get lit
i ain’t passing the sick lit, y’all sh+t cl+toris
whining when you don’t get your way, acting like a b+tch
you wanna talk about bars, too bad i’m your nemesis
you’re not a rapper you’re just a angry bird lyricist
ones a d+ck rider, twos a tramp
another ones would lie for one grand
real sk!lls count, people don’t
sk!lls proves stuff, people won’t
a mumble rapper talking like he’s road
no surprise, cus that’s how he copes
six year olds crying, watching your vids
they shouting “how did you not win this?”
stop assuming what people said
you in a benz and your crew each gives each other heads
my face in thumbnail, still wanna sub on me still?
you’re a bisson, you shouldn’t be with k!lly popping pills
tryna feature then diss someone out of your league
he a g, you squish and eating gummy till you feat
cus, you don’t f+ck with a real mc
four eye, bar buy then hide, acting like we can’t see
still relies on sk for the people, got you in his sheets
stumble and mumble, laced leg for his dead beats
steady, coming with a semi, you’ll need second up
all of this seems like you ain’t sent enough
instagram death threats, got your fan base confused as f+ck
wrap them up around your finger, guess we’re taking more steps up
[verse 2]
when your song gets crossed, who’s there to crucify
those traps got you trapped, and your squad can’t unify
your sh+t back in 2003, like from cassidy
how is it a totem pole, but for you it’s a line?
your careers in the wrong, i’m there to make it right
busting all of your pipes, stop acting like a pipe wright
bite the hand that gave you your career, jelous i’m in the limelight
all this time, but forgot how to surf, won’t survive in the high tides
feature feature leech on encore, now you in the bleachers
and godzilla, i don’t like him cuh he a preacher
washed up, drifted to the shore, got your own sh+t beached
then you had to make sure your stomach weren’t full of bees
acting like you a real rapper, your heart missed a beat
that caffeine and your gene, your family didn’t came clean
threaten your sister or you were gonna rape her
she making lyrics and not a compliment you would pay her
you still tryna respond, maybe next time or later
you don’t like me, then don’t play my song, play hers
give her the respect she deserves, not what you’re usually treated
you got autism, i’m surprised you even spoken
got you smoking, the cam only see a camp, burning as a fan
blowing your opinion into other people, shut them till they can’t
+speak, the peak you seek, it ain’t me, so lower your aim, stop coming at me, you ain’t beast
decease and deceased, you won’t survive in the sea
one peek, and my clout is all that he sees
patrick he a plant, and i’m watering him
your career dried up, now you need me and him
so let’s work together to give him a encore
cus he disappointed the people they’re getting ready for on board
work on a song, on coke, poke fun at your squad
got you switching your name, from the pa, to the quad
cus the 4 l’s to take, it’s heavy on your back
funny how only disses made your careers impact
you said you hit hard, but i made you hit back
peer pressure to respond, let’s see how you win with that
before you step to the mic, just learn how to rap
let’s see what ideas you come up with that’s wack
with those punches, you can only punch a bag
was that a fist or a slap, i can’t tell with that

- biske lyrics

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