What's Left

Lyrics

Where does this leave me? On the top floor Watch him drop When he pop up Nobody stop for him That's normal? Don't give a shit what you pop On your hip-hop forum What you spit boring What you drop awful It is not artful but I'm sick for a low cost Spit hot vocals I don't hand shit off I don't cut corners And my crops purple Not to pop your circle but You ain't talented For spitting triplets Bout as much as girls for twerking butts Or for bopping dicks You're not shit What's popping kid You're an obnoxious cyst Oh the world's tits And I'm popping it Get a napkin stop the drip Then you all crust no blemish Hope you all cop cherish Homie put his heart in that And he better not be embarrassed We the rarest mix And we don't care if it's not to your liking Eat a ton bucket of dicks You fucking tricks Stuck in the mix While I pluck licks off You just a hiccup Bеst to run your shit up I ain't robbing you I'm just retrieving What I'm due from my job It don't bеlong to you I'm just a dog and you're food The hawk is rude in the night time I'm still convinced I'm writing the right line But if I'm not I'm fine I hop online And post a timeline These are my rhymes So that's what matters