[ytcracker]
Yeah, ytcracker still the hardest
My man Flow, Chris [?], Spamtec
Doing it big, doing it big, doing it big
It seems like
More and more my life imitates art
My artistic, more realistic
Sick sh**
Still spit nerd life, but I got a little twist:
Gun charges (charges)
Felony case
I can't escape probation until 2028
At this rate
My fate's in the hands of the court
'Cause I'm steady up Van Damme'd in this bloodsport
It's funny
Probably catch less time for the gunny
Than I would spamming for money
The rough fact is they hate my hack
The fact that I go postal
With a nurga's social
Scam ID's get dumps and pump goods
Run it all like eBay rob neighborhoods
Tech and Spamtec that's technology
And we can f** you up with no apology, see
[Chorus]
Spamtec, we spit it from the heart
So we ain't surprised when life imitates art
The plan's in motion before it even starts
It's kind of funny how life imitates art
[Flow]
We get on tracks and talk about the feds
And that sh** ain't funny now the feds want us dead
I'm wondering if its something I said
I'm freaking out now 'cause I found a wire under my bed
But maybe the Ritalin has gone to my head
Got me fiddling with guns up in the shed
Got me jittering from all these f**ing meds
And now I'm belittling everything I did
So now I'm littering torn between sheets and paper shreds
And then I'll stay hidden in Jamaica with some dreads
"But Flow, I thought you didn't spam?
You told everyone that you know
That you got banned?"
Yo listen man
Cause I'm going to tell you straight up
When the quitters go to sleep that's when I stay up
So say what you gotta say
Do what you gotta do
And you'll be happy as long as that mail go through