Intro:
I swear man
I gotta teach n***as how to rap man
Haha yea
Verse
I can't feel these rap guys
Over hype buzz over night these n***as not nas
They bad habits, got a black casket for yall to sit in
I'm sinning, I'm not new to this villain role
The throne was made for a n***a like me to sit alone
And Rap dudes act like they all get along
It's not authentic
Everybody friendly
Middle finger well intended
Who not offended will soon regret it
When these lyrics start piecing
And I won't repeat it
f** you pee wee n***as
Rapping in a league you Can't compete in
I'm completely conceited
So the concept of you telling me im arrogant
sh** Just boosting my ego
In my pea coat, all black
Like I'm dressing for a funeral
n***as working hard like they soon to blow
And I respect it and I'm receptive
To the idea, money evil, but I need it
Like my miggas need a f**ing student loan
For a degree that dont guarantee a job and end up going aback home
That's f**ed on different levels
I don't really trust, I hope to get to
Cuz life as a pessimist yea that sh** get overwhelming
I'm not over zealous, motivated and loving the pressure
See Yall n***as lack substance
Lack lusters, how do n***as f** with ya music
I Guess the generation changing
Something i gotta used to
I don't say sh** for shock value
My value hot, whether or not I pop
I'm not pac but got props and that's me being modest too
I'm trying to paint visions
If fame come with it
Probably change elevate my game
Penetrate a few women with stripper names
Just being real
I got the juice
Women laughing at you like you Bruce, Bruce
I got a tight grip on hip hop
You ain't gotta clue
I'm star of the play, star player
You don't play apart
You don't get a Cue
This that oh sh** he nice,and I do really f** with him for real
My style, my sk**, willing to take on anyone that step forward
I rep for
Bx
f** the bs
Need a rolls Royce
That's why I grind, columbine beats
I'm In a column by self
My own league
So I don't speak
Cuz I don't respect what you speaking of
Quiet mute it, trying gathering money til my family from it
Young breezy got the game and I'm a f**ing run it
Outro:
Its only right that I do sh** like this
Ahahah
Ya nah mean
I talk my sh**, spit my lyrics and show you my lyrical prowess
f** you cowards
Dont doubt me
Im full of lyrics, you full gimics
You little b**hes
Hahhaha
What drizzy say tho
Oh you gotta love it, oh you gotta love it
Ahhh yea
LINK TO SONG
Https://soundcloud.com/realstevegunna/6pm-in-hartford