Real sh**
No fits to be pitched
Just
Pitched down kicks
And spits that make sense
When you're
In my position
f** the s** that he's written
I'm lyrically over with him
Cause he ain't no competition
And I'm real sorry to blow your high away
But people think its cool to talk sh**
When im not okay
I just wanna chill
I ain't even check the track he made
But I know where we stand
It's pal-pal
Like palisades
And I'm just trying to find my way
Stupid motherf**
You ain't worth the f**ing time of day
Still making raps
About back-flipping tracks
You fake motherf**er
I just wanna change
Im making songs about myself
Self-loathin
Open wide up
See?
This motherf**ers broken
Slow motion
Raps making broke pens
Don't ask me about my songs
I f**ing wrote them