Intro- *coughing* It's like that yall (It's like that yall)x14 Verse 1- Ay, now hows it feel to be the runner up? Your lineage littered with b**hes ignorant to what is what Come on pick yourself up, s** it up Acting like them otha' s**a's how you get your mother f**ed I don't know your parents, but I'm attacking them Cause the a**hole that you are, it takes half from them So keep your trap shut, if you ain't saying sh** Cause all those words do is dig graves for you to lay in quick Steady Roundhouse, til' I f**ing die And ima' keep flapping wings til' I am f**ing fly Til' I rise out of ashes, prides founds in my past sh** And i can see with no need for tinted gla**es Hook- (Its like that ya'll)x16 Its like... Verse 2- S T E, A D Y Roundhouse in this b**h and they see why These s**ers bound to know me now Cause i was thinking of em' when i wrote these down Swag b**h, go and roll the weed up And i'll do you like when i beat the beat up Birds of a feather flock together if the weathers right So I turn my head to heaven searching for some better sight Was that right? is Atom's swag tight? These other rappers confused, tryna find dark with a flashlight This my blast sight, emit an addiction like a crack pipe And get these b**hes to blow me like bagpipes after that last flight