Jay P The Barbaric - Rappertag #16 | Season 2

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah What's good? Shoutout 60 for this shit Shoutout indigo for the tag (Barbarian) Bah, bah, bah If you ain't know me, you're 'bout to, let's fuckin' go Ayy Rargh, yeah [Verse 1] Young boy from the block, never thought I would make it Now they hatin' 'cause I'm standin' at the fuckin' top Never spoke to God, but I seen the Devil Sittin' in the corner, turn everyone I love to puffin' rock Yeah, it is what it is, you think I'm takin' the piss? I'll give you a glimpse, come see how I lived When I was six, sleepin' on the floor, no food in my crib When I was seven, prayed to heaven, but the shit don't exist What you know about holdin' it down for your little sis? 'Cause your daddy wasn't there, out gettin' a fix Now she out on the road, no hope, doin' the same shit Movin' home to home, yeah, that's how we lived Been depressed, been a bitter mess from shit I ingest My inner stress got me thinkin' I should jump off this edge My inner demons got me bleedin', always stay in my head I'm sick of screamin', always grievin' till they lay me to rest Lay in my bed, heartbroken, tryna cope with the stress It's hard to stay focused, feelin' like I'm chokin' again My brain numb like I'm Huskii sippin' potions again I never pose or pretend, shout out Flowz 'cause when I flip it's Lights out like an opium den, what you know about Flippin' packs to pay for the rent, cold winters Cold dinners got me thinkin' I am better dead No role models, just whole bottles of Johnnie Red Feel the aftershock, when the shotty pop, my body tense Prayin' to my homie at night, but, bro, I'm probably next Sick of all these cunts sleepin' on me like they forget they rest This time next year, promise you gonna cut a cheque Came from the dark, blade in my palm, hate in my heart Kinda fucked up from these days in my past I still keep it real street smart but never came to the class I was dividin' the pile while you were blazin' the shard Yeah, never met a bitch look as pretty as a blade did Late-night urchin searchin' for they savings The type to fuck you up, leave your whole skull caved in The type to run amok with a mask just like I'm Jason Prayin' to God, but ain't nobody talkin' back So I hold the pack, sell it for more than what I got it, lad Been to hell and back, still swingin' like I'm Vinny Paz Burn this shit down like a motherfuckin' ciggy pack [Outro] Yeah, yeah Shadow, you're up next Bah, bah, bah