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[intro]
ayo

[verse]
you drop ten tapes a year, i still don’t hear a hit
you flood the game with sh_t, but that don’t make you it
quantity over quality, you just f_ckin’ spit
your last sh_t flopped, not even yo’ b_tch gave a sh_t
streams don’t mean respect, you feed the system
every track sound like the last one missin’
same f_ckin’ pain, same weak_ass rhythm
ain’t no growth, just you b_tchin’ and wishin’
mad at the world, but you a scared_ass hoe
you scream on the mic but can’t land one blow
motherf_cker act hard in a video though
cryin’ in a verse like a motherf_ckin’ show
you a washed_up b_tch in a flooded stream
they prеss play once, then forget you clеan
f_ck yo’ brand, f_ck yo’ dream
you rap too much, you don’t say a thing
you the king of nothin’, just a clout_built trick
another tape dropped? b_tch, that sh_t was mid
same sound, same hook, that’s your shtick
you drop f_ckin’ albums like a motherf_ckin’ glitch
you record all day but don’t make no heat
fifty f_ckin’ songs and not one repeat
yellin’ on beats like that sh_t’s elite
but you sound like a hoe with sore_ass feet
you cry on tracks like a b_tch in stress
tryna flex pain but it don’t impress
f_ck your grind, your process a mess
you drop nonstop, but still feel less
blackballed? f_ck off with that
you flop ‘cause your sh_t sound flat
all bark, no motherf_ckin’ bite
just another fake thug screamin’ into the night
same sh_t every tape, same d_mn tone
cryin’ over pain that ain’t your own
rap like a kid in a f_cked_up home
talkin’ ‘bout streets, but you barely grown
b_tch, your beats sound cheap, your pen went ghost
you drop so much, your fans hate most
hoe, we tired of your sh_t, that’s facts
your albums feel like a f_ckin’ tax
you the motherf_ckin’ face of oversaturation
a whole discography of pure frustration
hoe, how the f_ck you got so much to say
but can’t write a single line that stay?
b_tch, you a treadmill rapper, no direction
just circles and chaos, no f_ckin’ reflection
your pain sound scripted, your rage synthetic
you a motherf_ckin’ bot with a human aesthetic
you scream “real” but act like a hoe
rap tough as h_ll, but scared to grow
f_ck your tapes, they all sound slow
more drops than talent, that’s all we know
you got ten motherf_ckin’ kids, but no classics
just playlists of bullsh_t and tragic theatrics
your motherf_ckin’ tape was a snooze, no magic
talkin’ like a thug, but your voice too passive
hoe, take a break, do somethin’ else
stop floodin’ this b_tch with your mental health
you ain’t deep, just loud and selfish
motherf_cker rap like he beggin’ for help
f_ck a rollout, f_ck your plan
drop another tape, n0body give a d_mn
motherf_ckers ain’t tuned in, they ran
your numbers fake, your sh_t ain’t stand
b_tch, you peaked in the pandemic phase
been droppin’ nonstop with nothin’ to say
hoe, we tired of your whiny_ass ways
your name pop up, we skip that page
ain’t no respect when you beg for praise
every verse sound like a cryin’ phase
motherf_cker rap like he stuck in a daze
that pain don’t cut, that sh_t just graze
b_tch, you the blueprint for burnout
loud_ass flows with nothin’ to shout
hoe, your legacy filled with doubt
ain’t no crown for a b_tch who pout
go drop another tape, motherf_cker, go
it’ll hit the trash like the last five, bro
you don’t need a booth, you need to grow
rap like a fiend, but the lines too slow
f_ck your pain, it don’t translate
f_ck your grind, it don’t equate
hoe, your hunger ain’t create
you just flood this b_tch with hate
so motherf_cker, scream into the void
but we ain’t listenin’, we annoyed
b_tch, you a stream stat decoy
droppin’ all that sh_t just to fill the noise
go live again, cry ‘bout labels and deals
but you flop on your own, that’s just real
hoe, ain’t n0body care how you feel
‘cause motherf_cker, you ain’t never had appeal
f_ck your stats, f_ck your streams, f_ck your motherf_ckin’ name
you a mixtape machine, b_tch, none of ‘em flame
all that pain in your voice just soundin’ the same
you f_ck on that b_tch, still ain’t got no claim
hoe, you a legend to bots, not people
motherf_cker yellin’ like a churchless steeple
b_tch, you ain’t deep, you deceitful
your flow’s played out, your pen is feeble
you ain’t real, just a walking complaint
always cryin’ on a beat like a motherf_ckin’ saint
you throw dirt on your name like it’s f_ckin’ paint
but n0body care, we know that sh_t fake
you scream “i’m the greatest!” we just laugh
motherf_cker rap like he takin’ a bath
in the same recycled_ass pain and wrath
you a clown with a mic and a broken path
f_ck your pain songs, f_ck your fake growth
f_ck the hoes you knock up just to boast
b_tch, got kids you don’t even post
act like a dad but you ghost like toast
you a drama queen, hoe, not a martyr
screamin’ from a mansion, playin’ harder
you act like a threat, you a blogger
cryin’ on live like a drunk stepfather
motherf_cker, take care of your kids
instead of recordin’ more trash than the fridge
you post like you pac, but act like a b_tch
no morals, no message, just clips and glitch
you rap ‘bout death like it’s your brand
hoe, but death don’t play on demand
motherf_ckers die for real, you just rant
b_tch, get the f_ck outta that victim stance
b_tch, you drop like a junkie with no sleep
every song feel like a burden you keep
but we don’t feel it, it’s surface_deep
you yell in the booth like a lost_ass sheep
you scream “blackballed!” but you black your own sh_t
rap like your trauma the only permit
f_ck your views, they don’t mean hit
you make more noise than you ever spit
hoe, your fanbase twelve and confused
motherf_ckers still think pain makes you bruised
but the truth is you overused and misused
and your new sh_t’s ass worse than your wet socks
f_ck a rollout, f_ck a cover
you drop every week like a deadbeat lover
b_tch, we tired, ain’t no one recovered
every f_ckin’ tape is just another
your fame’s on life support, don’t pretend
motherf_cker rap like his therapy won’t end
b_tch, you not deep, just a trend
you flood the charts just to still get banned
motherf_cker post like a prophet but sound like a mess
you preach to the kids with no real finesse
hoe, you the reason rap got too depressed
you made pain corny, i must confess
you the fast food of this rap sh_t
easy to get, but ain’t no one miss it
drop a hundred burgers, still ain’t hit
b_tch, i’m full off your f_ckin’ gimmick
hoe, your pain sound borrowed, your rage rehe_rs_d
you cry on a beat like the booth got cursed
motherf_ckers used to care, now it’s the worst
now they scroll past your name like a d_mn reverse
you a walking playlist of missed potential
motherf_cker rap like he got no credential
your flows outdated, your themes all rental
b_tch, your career ain’t even essential
you scream “f_ck the world,” but the world don’t flinch
your drops used to shake sh_t — now they don’t twitch
hoe, you burn out faster than a fake_ass snitch
rap like a storm but you barely a pinch
f_ck your titles, all caps and no soul
b_tch, every tape feel empty and cold
you run from growth, now you just old
like a motherf_cker scared of lettin’ go
you act like trauma’s a brand to sell
but f_ck your pain, it don’t ring well
you scream in the dark like you stuck in a cell
but it’s a gold_ass house with a view from h_ll
you ain’t misunderstood, you just weak
motherf_cker scared of bein’ unique
hoe, every verse feel like a leak
raw emotion, but it don’t speak
you talk ‘bout ops that ain’t never exist
dissin’ fake names just to sound p_ssed
you fight ghosts, b_tch, not no fists
your rage turned quiet, your flame dismissed
hoe, your whole wave died in the flood
you drown in your own oversaturated mud
you drop, we delete, no love, just shrugs
motherf_cker tryna box with shadows and drugs
you not a threat, not a voice, not a leader
b_tch, you a whiner, a feed_clogging tweeter
you make therapy rap sound weaker
motherf_ckers tuned out, not eager
go drop another, see if it stick
i’ll bet you my verse outlasts your sh_t
you the reason this game feel sick
you talk legacy but don’t do d_ck
last words for this b_tch_made fraud:
you ain’t pain, you just odd
f_ck your tapes, f_ck your squad
hoe, you quantity — and i’m god
should i say more?
[bridge]
should i talk more
should i lose control
should i continue?
should say more

[outro]
hah

- fmcudhdeoy

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