Christian Norton - Week 8 (Acappella) lyrics

The only reason he's green And likes to crack on people is cuz he believes Being an a**hole's gonna get him past those Nice mat-doors, I mean door-mats, little rascals The rap shows and tracks sold Stack dough and contribute to his cash flow Also, in rap I've k**ed more than Fidel Castro Trash those wack hoes and blast more Jazz-O I'm indie while Atlantic remains Lupe's fiasco I got work that'll make you lean back like Fat Joe Make American idols lose themselves like Astro Your truth be lies, to be fly I don't need no pa**ports You won't fast-forward me, rewind and run it back slow When b**hes hear me, they wanna drop that a** low You rap so wack it drags longer than watching gra** grow And that's facts, bro