THE NEW GREATS

I'm making the new greats
Waiting for new ways
Of spitting a verse
Split it into two fates
Just waiting for new greats

With verses to versus to curses that worsen
With each curtain drawn back
To reveal my craft
Back the fuck up before I shoot your ass up
Man
I be spitting and ripping and rapping and lapping
Around you sagging your pants and
Acting tough with your fake stuff
And i’m sick of the lame shit
You spit it and gain fame bitch
But that's why i'm here
I’m killing the deer raising the doe (dough)
To make me some mo' make me some money
Can't rap on beat well shit that ain't nothing
All you just fronting and acting disgusting
And rapping that shit that doesn't mean nothing
And then making some money
When i'm out here making that something
Making that real shit making what you hating
Cause you ain't good you ain't nothing
Get out my face get out you fake and get back to fronting
Get back to rapping about nothing and something about drugs and bitches
And giving out stitches when you can’t even get fucking digits
Yet people still listen and think “hey, I can do that”
And then the cycle continues
But fuck the issue
Use that tissue
I fucking bless you
In hopes you gain some skills
Get the kills use the kills to will
Other greats into existence
Or stay persistent to be a mumble bitch
And fade away out of existence
No logic bars can make you ill

I’m making the new greats
Waiting for new ways
Of spitting a verse
Split it into two fates
Just waiting for new greats