[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 nobody, you just make sh** up
You lame as f**
[Verse 1:]
You ain't spittin' and ya 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 would you expect then, made a song 'f** Swag'
Ain't nobody say sh**, I guess they afraid if
They get outta line I'm bout to have to grave
Dig a great big hole, k** em even when you late b**h
A.K.A Mr. Make-Them-Wanna-Rewrite
I guess I'm the one they wanna 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 you
You ain't ever used to chop like that
Now you talk about your girl and your struggle
Trying to get it, how you did a lot of soft
And you pissed off at your boss
You ain't used to have the same 9 to 5 I had
Need to find ya 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**, havin' a motherf**er you can die
You gon' wish you had a life raft
My style is hijacked, did I k** him, my bad
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[Verse 2:]
With ya lame a** sock showin', stop trollin'
Goin' online posin' with ya Glock showin'
You ain't ever shot no one, stop lyin' you are not blowin'
Trying to copy me, you thinking I would not notice
co*kroaches couldn't see me like they got some glaucoma
Comment onto my photos by the way that I look
I bet that I could get ya lady to f** and s** dick, quicker than you
You said the two of you was in love
You lame as f** and I bet that you the type of dude to come up
And tell me that I look familiar, knowin' damn well ya
Seen my videos and know my name and it will k** ya
Not a B-Lane 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 preforming, you ain’t got fans
But it’s hard to ignore 'em, lame motherf**er
Probably like, foamposites, always rockin’ team Jordans
Lame a** b**hes insecure and destorted
She tried shave her head on some Ca**ie sh**
Now she thinkin’ she gorgeous
Never kiss her boyfriend, she f**ing everybody, lil 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 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 confess, and they decide to play ball (they L-A-F)
They be actin’ like we cooler than we are
If I'm at you doin’ music, don’t be stupid, it's a job
You are not a friend of mine, just a dude I never call
Bombing on 'em, Shock & Awe
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