Mors - Untitled '16 lyrics

[Verse 1: Sir B] Pull up with the Mac I'm not talkin bout a laptop Back with a rap that'll put you in the backdrop Packin hella stacks them b**hes should know what is up No money in my wallet, can't afford to give a f** Ah, n***as talkin sh** Till I tell em off in person then they turn into a b**h I'm a rappin savage, only green you get is cabbage I been k**in all these rappers seems like it has been a habit Imma be a problem till the problem is solved Waiting till rumors completely dissolve Remember the names that I used to be called But now I'm like curry the way that I ball Messin wit me, tryna mess wit a g Got the city on lock and I lost the key Life isn't free, it comes with fee So I keep on grindin, like I'm at a DP Ride on my wave, it'll be a monsoon Waiting till I blow up like a balloon You stabbin my back just know I am a goon You'll catch both these hands like a clock just hit noon Tell em rest in peace, a piece of me just wants to beef So I can feast, I'll turn into a beast, and leave em all deceased You can't f** with me just like I am a faithful virgin I'm the best up in the 3 and I will tell you that in person Always get the W I never tie like a shoelace People Siamese cuz they've always been 2 faced Been a f**in' dime you add up 253 that is a ten I'm always what I represent, you jokers cannot comprehend All these dudes want interviews so they can see my innerviews But they don't know I'm pa**in through I'm feelin like an interlude sh**tin out ideas like I got some diarrhea If you go against sir b then I would never wanna be ya n***as throwing up sets its volleyball But we livin middle cla** so I just do not know at all You were never with the sh**s you people just been constipated Glad you hated, always needed that but now I'm glad I made it I've been feelin pain, in my brain, been insane Ain't a game, it's the same, cuz nothin f**in changed Point the semi at my head I'll let it go like frozen And my body standin still it looked like I was out there posin Put these rappers in a hearse then go burn down the church Send em up to God and put em 6 feet in the dirt All you f**in jokers don't know what dope means f** around get your head cracked like a phone screen Done with all the b**hin and I'm done with all the dissin And I'm done with the all rappers that be buyin all their listens They talk about their money but I've never seen commission They just sit there on their a** and watch me like a television Needed supervision cuz I grew up in a prison And I never saw potential but now I'm the definition Spitting all these writtens and I've only gave facts Cuz I went through so much sh** and know it dates way back Alphabets 25 letters, I don't know L's Mind is vacant, got more room than hotel Imma give my all I promise that is on my word If I turn to die today then long live SIR