superior - untouchable lyrics
[hook]
we play the same game though we’re not the same
you’re in it for the fame, i’m in it for the gain
i’m better at this sh-t than you, so do not play
i’m writing rhythms out like everyday
we play the same game though we’re not the same
you’re in it for the babes, i’m in to prove my place
this sh-t untouchable, what can i say?
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
[verse 1]
only doing this because i have no option
so my goal’s to do better than whatever’s been popping
and if you hear me now, just know you cannot stop it
taking over the topic
that’s on everybody’s brains, i’m outrageous when i spit cadences
amazing how everybody fake in a world of aimlessness
contagious with everything i’m saying like i’m a patient
with aids spraying my veins straight into your faces
it’s almost crazy the rhymes are taking their places
from minds, dictated on papers, hence why i’m aiming for anguish
in this industry, because everybody was meant to see
that i’m gon’ rule and the day i leave you’ll remember me
the epitome of something that’s growing deep in the pit of me
pity me? you gon’ be the one body bodied up in the street
don’t come in my vicinity asking to take a minute please
that’s money on the clock so don’t talk a lot ‘less you getting cheese
[hook]
we play the same game though we’re not the same
you’re in it for the fame, i’m in it for the gain
i’m better at this sh-t than you, so do not play
i’m writing rhythms out like everyday
we play the same game though we’re not the same
you’re in it for the babes, i’m in to prove my place
this sh-t untouchable, what can i say?
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
[verse 2]
doing this since i was a youngin’ b-mming the biggest beats
and tryna make the lyrics so humble slumming up in the streets
wasn’t ashamed of what i was b-mping, thumbprints up in the sheets
i’m writing, over here tryna come from the gutters to industry famous
and you’re calling it basic? what i make is the greatest
compared to all the mumble rappers rapping the fake sh-t
i’m in it to make it, you don’t really understand how the plate filled
i’m in it to make mills, you’re in it just to brag about fake bills
when you got some kids and a babe bill
and you’re getting paid still, but spending it so you can take pills
i’d spend it on my momma to pay bills
you’re f-cking up, man to me you’re a runner up
i don’t think that you done enough to make up for the dumbing up
of all the listeners gaining a lack of brain in their cranium
sticking the man against their bane and then seeing who’s frame’s crazier
baking inside my cake while i’m caging up all my anger
i’m payed to take a vacation but all of the stages stay taking my soul
i know i should slow, down, but i can’t, man i gotta grab it
the p-ssion that i’m attacking with has me acting like dracula
i’m never backing up!
[hook]
we play the same game though we’re not the same
you’re in it for the fame, i’m in it for the gain
i’m better at this sh-t than you, so do not play
i’m writing rhythms out like everyday
we play the same game though we’re not the same
you’re in it for the babes, i’m in to prove my place
this sh-t untouchable, what can i say?
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
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