[Hook]
These motherf**ers make me laugh
They L-A-F, they Lame As f**
Look at how they dress
They L-A-F, they Lame As f**
Listen how they rap
They L-A-F, they Lame As f**
Trying to say they fresh, trying to say they tough
You ain't ever been about it, you just make sh** up
You lame as f**
[Verse 1]
You ain't spittin' and your music don't jam
Try to study me like I'm a student exam
Hard for me to take a lyricist serious
Especially a dude in sweatpants wearing unis** Vans
What was you expecting, made a song 'f** Swag' and
Ain't nobody say sh**, I guess they afraid if
They get out of line I'm 'bout to have to grave dig
A great big hole, k** him, leave them where you lay b**h
A.K.A Mr. Make-'em-Wanna-Rewrite
I guess I'm the one they want to be like
These guys get a feature from me study me on every record
Then they switch they whole style up
Homie I can see right through it
You ain't never used to chop like that
Now you talk about your girl and your struggle
Tryin' to get it, how you did a lot of soft
How you're pissed off at your boss
You ain't used to have the same 9 to 5 I had
Need to find your own lane, you and I might crash
Get in mine, hope you had a good time, (I'm back)
Rap game looking like Revenge of the Nerds
And ya pants and ya shirt too tight, is that plaid?
We ain't seeing eye to eye like I have an eye patch
No cla** having motherf**er you can die
You gone wish you had a life raft
My style is hijacked, did I k** him, my bad
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[Verse 2]
With your lame a** socks showing, stop trolling
Going online posing with your Glock showing
You ain't never shot no one, stop lying you are not blowing
Trying to copy me, you thinking I would not notice
co*kroaches couldn't see me like they got some glaucoma
Comment under my photos bout the way that I look
I bet that I could get your lady to f**
And s** dick, quicker than you
You said the two of you was in love
You're lame as f** and I bet that you the type of dude to come up
And tell me that I look familiar, knowing damn well ya
Seen my videos and know my name and it would k** ya
Not to be lame so instead I gotta tell ya
Washed up rappers acting like I owe 'em something
When I needed them before I made it, they would never help ya
Lame a** homies wanna party at my crib
So they can drink up all my liquor they don't ever buy they-self none
They say they recording, you ain't got songs
Tryna say you performing, you ain't got fans
But it's hard to ignore 'em, lame motherf**er
Probably like, foam-a-sites, always rockin' team Jordans
Lame a** b**hes insecure and distorted
She tried shave her head on some Ca**ie sh**
Now she thinkin' she gorgeous
Never keeps a boyfriend, she f**ing everybody, little nasty b**h
A lot of people in my city try to say that they relate to me
But still so many in Atlanta don't appreciate a thing
I did or even heard of me
Its almost like they trained to be a slave to what they playin' on the radio
They proceed to put me in a cage because my record label Strange
They need to listen, if they did they'd probably end up devastated
We don't play, we put the music business in a Strangeulation
Other record labels lame to me, these motherf**ers L-A-F
Actin' hard, never take a day off (they L-A-F)
Still rappin', sh**'ll never pay off (they L-A-F)
Still trappin' acting like a straight boss (they L-A-F)
Get arrested, they confessing, they decide to play ball (they L-A-F)
They be actin' like we cooler than we are
If I met you doing music, don't be stupid, this a job
You are not a friend of mine, just a dude I never call
Bombing on 'em, Shock and Awe
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