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[intro: shorty mic]

yeah, uh huh
ayo this can’t be the pinnacle top my career man
there’s gotta be more
check it out

[verse: shorty mic]

i refuse to believe that i’ve hit my ceiling (yeah)
but how do i deal with all the rage i’m feeling
this can’t be it this can’t be the end i’m sick
of these bullsh+t raps passing like it’s dope i quit (i quit)
trying to break out in a place where i don’t fit in
i’m taking my ball back to go and find new friends (gimme that)
that know my worth and won’t criticise my work
with the intent to try and break me down to dirt (uh huh)
if the roles rеversed i’d be thе bad guy or worse
i’d be you i’m not i refuse to lose
i’m a lit fuse something like a hammers on pistols
when it’s time i’m taking shots and no i won’t miss you (never)
you look better in my rear view hope you like the rear view
i’m never looking back got a clear view (haha)
i’m shooting for the moon to live amongst the stars
i know it’s hard when you’ve been bruised and scarred (yay yay)
so why does everybody always gotta pull the card?
oh he raps with an accent move along
hit the bong go ahead dawg diss my songs
and disregard everything that i’ve done go on
go and say some sh+t and don’t forget to lace and bake it
and hate me for not being you that’s basic
i’m fine with being hated ‘cause you boost my name which (uh huh)
puts me in the spot you didn’t want that’s brainless (haha)
on your behalf, hate that i’m in my bag (you hate it)
you want me to stop rapping well b+tch too bad
kiss my ass both cheeks yeah kiss it twice
why you sweating me for you need the hydralytes
you f+cking clowns get up out your chair sit down
you want the crown here take it dawg pass it around
you can’t feel the weight it’s the sk!ll that makes it heavy
wear the crown after me best believe thats deadly (believe that)
[chorus: sample]

you know i don’t play right
i put up a good fight
just give me the word aight
uh huh, uh huh
you know i don’t play right
i put up a good fight
just give me the word aight
uh huh, uh huh

[verse 2: shorty mic]

if they hate let em hate ferment and marinate
in their own sh+t, and then drown em in spit (hawk tuah)
you think i give a f+ck about opinions of peons
think again i’m still spitting like my stomach is gripped
in a vice give me the mic i’ll show you how to spit nice
then fight for your right to spit however you like
i don’t write for narrow minded intellectually challenged
individuals who are quick to try and knock me off balance
‘cause they can’t comprehend the sk!ll i have with the pen (uh huh)
and how i bend syllables with only minimal flex
i do this for the people ostracised like me (yay yay)
‘cause i refuse to merge to a pool of mediocrity
like em i’m not afraid motherf+cker get at me
i love p+ssing you suckers off i’m trigger happy
vomit your verbal garbage on the gram i’ll write you
‘cause that’s what i do for all my fans i like to (haha)
quit rap h+ll naw i’ll keep on rapping to spite you
and add you to my sh+t list inside the mic booth
i speak the truth don’t need no hands on bibles
got no time for charlatans passing like disciples (f+ck you)
feel like i’m cursed every time i drop a verse
it gets picked apart like vultures to a carcass hurts
to see hip hop slowly getting worse and worse
the scene is too rigid dawg yo it’s not diverse
enough to blow the f+ck up drop the curse
and let’s work as a unit put hip hop first
but y’all rather f+ck around in the same old pond
and live tight knit and trample someone else’s lawn
i’d love to respond to all the hate that goes on
but can’t stop moving yo the show must go on (yeah)
put on your lil rap songs dawg and vibe out
this my house everybody dies so lights out
[chorus: sample]

you know i don’t play right
i put up a good fight
just give me the word aight
uh huh, uh huh
you know i don’t play right
i put up a good fight
just give me the word aight
uh huh, uh huh

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