Kamaru

Lyrics

Y'all know I don't be wastin any time with this Cause every day further it's hard to say if my own life exist Ain't trying to be the one of us at 42 lookin around Wishing he'd made a move and moved out of town Y'all actin like I ain't known for throwin these faggots overboard When the test server is down and I'm stoned in the back bored with this torch They get exposed when I pen these inventive flows Then they sew up they mouth closed like they've taken a piston blow from Lomachenko Y'all so basic had to redefine what amazing is They'd die to taste greatness cause all they dine on is laziness Y'all just flies on my latest shit, like to talk on what crazy is But they'd probably start shaking when they hear an echo that's sprayin shit They assume that I'm some hippie who'd probably burn up his check Cause he never had no aspirations of addin pounds to his neck But they got it wrong, I'm only outspoken on world peace Let em start it it's finished vicious, no one's leaving in one piece, not even me I'm in it for glory, see none before me That present any competition, I yell so they can't ignore me Like they doin Kamaru they gatekeepin from envy In hopes that after a minute I'll get exhausted and wimpy But ain't no quit up in me, you gon have to kill me take a penny No bit of pity for all these vipers slitherin in this city Don't tend to pay attention to crawlers beneath me Think they armored, they don't know how quick this shit can go Pochinki Half of y'all don't even make music you just rap to say you do it Say you makin moves when you ain't sold a single bag or unit Can't even think of a way I can help em with seein the difference When I been evolving with everyday while they sat on the side, got rigid, still bitching and moaning Known to Master Hand up opponents a slice of what all they homies wouldn't real enough to have told em Y'all distractions, I'm just trying to put plasma screens in my bathroom But I ain't gonna act like I'm savage or show my ass like a baboon They say I'm racist, misogynistic, homophobic and such Without knowing exact numbers of black dicks that I sucked Know the ages of mumble rappers they keep mixin us up Cause they don't even fuckin listen, they see my picture and judge You're worse than goldfish, I been writing tracks and you just post shit Waitin on homie P to elevate all my emotions Now you start pokin like I ain't been prone to snap Like Kevin Nash's quad muscle, Joanna honin the jab in Y'all just lack ambition, got shit all packed up in your britches Havin a match on how many brands you can stack up into each sentence They'll just gas your kids at school and you'd never know they were dyin Too busy on Instagram saying nine year old's need a stylist or somethin So fuckin vain you hear your name instead of "They" Every time i start to complain about the state of the game She think it's cool to fuck with rappers til you writing for hours With the same beat playing all day, takes dedication for power That's a foreign concept to y'all, like the penalties of rugby You don't understand at all, need to take a lesson with Muzzy, that's dated These Tide poppers probably look at me like Big Bopper Ball but couldn't name the center on that 90's Knicks roster Never heard of Cool Herc, Eric B, or Heavy D or Kool Moe Dee They busy sippin lean on shootin sprees Think they gods but they playing through tutorial missions Just wait until them training wheels are gone and then you really start to slippin You only feel so invincible til your not And the day that them feelings change its gon cost an expensive plot I been up for 30 hours and I still ain't bout to sleep Til my knuckles run out of skin cause my grandkids gotta eat, son