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acrello - litty freestyle lyrics
[intro voice]
what’s up with you hypocrites tryna turn me from a rock to some paper, oh you dissing on asia? i threw in some shots, but that don’t mean that i hate her. i’m feeling important, my rhymes are too sharp, yo come hand me a razor, my bars are a laser, they’ll rip you apart, but you gaining some weight, better order a cater
let’s look at the paper, i’m a new talent and you’re just a hater, nothing but dust, you losing your touch, you got a few bars but you lacking the flavor. call me darth vader throwing me shots is just asking for danger, you should’ve knew better than come after me, if you don’t wanna die, better call on the savior
[chorus]
everytime i spit, it’s always the same thing, a bunch of crazed kids who rocking the same chain, a bunch of dope fiends you knowing that ain’t change, and that one dirty kid who rocking the same stain. we don’t got rappers in this city, just a bunch of bozos rapping out of pity, just a bunch of have nots thinking that they biggy, when the truth really is, that they rapping like they trippie
[verse 1]
it’s my sk!lls that he slumpt on, but the hater only mad cause the blunt gone, i don’t know what they made you puff on, but you need to go back to writing love songs. how you date bad girls? you don’t cuff none, i’m not just an artist that you stomp on, yo imma nother beast with the mic, imma chop him in the chest, can’t breathe cause his lungs gone
chopping ya legs so you can’t stand, you wrote me a diss, you a real man, you wrote me some bars and you got a couple pictures of me never mind he a real fan. and a real stan
oh we bringing up the past now? wack rappers thought i wouldn’t last now? kevin went out with an 8th grade girl putting 26 rounds in your back now. should’ve watched what you said on the track now, black on black crime, better back down this dude met a girl at hoco party, got her snap, and he think that he the mac now. you ain’t nothing but a cig and some trash now, yo it only got real when i sat down, i snap you apart and blow up your heart, you need to understand that you wack now
speak on my name have you burning in fya, he said i kissed riley, you know you a liar, i remember when kevin had asked me for rubbers to only go and get rejected by maya
[chrous]
everytime i spit, it’s always the same thing, a bunch of crazed kids who rocking the same chain, a bunch of dope fiends you knowing that ain’t change, and that one dirty kid who rocking the same stain. we don’t got rappers in this city, just a bunch of bozos rapping out of pity, just a bunch of have nots thinking that they biggy, when the truth really is, that they rapping like they trippie
[verse 2]
you shoulda knew that this would end in a battle, but you my own son, imma give you a rattle, but after one time, imma throw yo toy away, and you gone have to take these hits with a paddle. imma take it light cause you fragile, and i don’t wanna hear a freaking sound when i smack you. but if you extra good imma take you to a beach and we can use the sand to build a castle
n-gg- i been throwing your track back, with the back of a back pack, carry rifles and black macs, with designer and black hats, man your lyrics and track wack, when you gamble like blackjack murder you in the street and leave you buried in black bags. and you look like a black cat, with the struggles of flash back he was born in a snack shack to only get laughed at. the n-gg- gon backtrack to burgers and flapjack cause he was taken from senegal in the back of a nap sack
boy yo name chandler cut you down from the ears, have you swinging from a vine like a chandelier, yo i understand the bars but you don’t gotta be weird, who says decay in a diss? run you though with a spear
i’m only doing 20 cause i have the respect, but if you throw more shots then i’m breaking your neck. and imma spit 100 bars until i burn up the set, with the fire of an artist til you less than a speck. y’all worth 5 pennies you ain’t worth a hunnid bill, in a couple years imma make a couple mill. your rapping too still and the sad part is that acrello hasn’t even went in for the k!ll. i’m on second base and i’m going for the steal bouta put you in a grave with a fact imma spill, kevin said to me that he’s getting all girls but he didn’t get one and her name is camille
[chorus]
everytime i spit, it’s always the same thing, a bunch of crazed kids who rocking the same chain, a bunch of dope fiends you knowing that ain’t change, and that one dirty kid who rocking the same stain. we don’t got rappers in this city, just a bunch of bozos rapping out of pity, just a bunch of have nots thinking that they biggy, when the truth really is, that they rapping like they trippie
[outro]
man, now that that’s over, i’mma get devin and davieon, and let’s make a record n-gg- (laughs). acrello!
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