Ekoh - Smithereens lyrics

[Chorus] Yeah, I got some thoughts that been begging to get in my head and expand It's sad when you don't get along with no one in ya one-man band I'm really feeling like, "fu*k anybody who isn't a fan" Possibly breaking, I hold onto this sh*t as long as I can, like— [Verse 1] Gimme the beat and I'll be going red, rum-rum Hit the gas and go like Ferrari, like, vroom-vroom-vroom 'Bout to go for blood and I'm eating off everybody plate And all you motherfu*kers be lucky to get you some crumbs I'm the great, I save the day like I should wear a cape, I don't really get it, huh? Watch the hate, I don't complain, I just explained that I don't really give a-give a fu*k Now, why is he talking like he the next up? Don’t he know the underground ain’t never get love? You want a battle, then homie, you better rest up Goin' demolition, man, I murder, death, kill, uh Now, way back to the milk in the high chair To high school when I learned y'all don't fight fair I been wild, and I learned how to spit Goin Elm Street kid, turn a dream to a nightmare [Refrain 1] I don't fu*k wit y'all I'm like, turn me up, and just watch me ball I might go Durant, I might go Lebron I’m on a different plane, I’m like Strange and Wong, if— You about to lose a homie, you're doin' it right I’m movin' the needle like all my veins are collapsin' And I don't need another hater talkin', "Y'all are embarrassing" Put me up against anyone, imma end the comparison, yeah [Verse 2] I’m the king, I don’t need no one crowning me, man But do the work and be showin' up at the end like Bran You'll never be as high as me, I'm on a different strain I’m not Eminem, but I’m developin' some fu*kin' Stans Network, and network, ya step first, imma be bringing the web verse You test nerds, you get hurt, come wit ya best verse And imma be like "Shut the fu*k up!" I'm after Fred Durst Elevate, when we makin' this, then we celebrate, when we make it big Ain't no time to waste, came a long way Gotta keep the pace, so I'm rollin' to the damn bank Top rank, like ooh, they be feelin' me Murder scene every time that I kill a beat I'm just tryna get ahead, that's a guillotine Turnin' every track, then I run it into smithereens [Refrain 2] I bring the passion and skill for you Fame and some fans that would kill for you You can have all of the money, but got no foundation so no one will build with you Yeah, always been the underdog, underappreciated, but do the best when under pressure So just give me a minute dawg, imma be on top of sh*t if I can keep my sh*t together [Chorus] See, I got some thoughts that been begging to get in my head and expand It's sad when you don't get along with no one in ya one-man band And I'm really feeling like, "fu*k anybody who isn't a fan" Probably breaking, I hold onto this sh*t as long as I can [Outro] (see, I got some thoughts that been begging to get in my head and expand) (murder scene every time that I kill a beat) (goin' demolition, man, I murder, death, kill, uh) (turnin' every track, then I run it into smithereens) (probably breaking, I hold onto this sh*t as long as I can)