Lash Out

Mhm, talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin', huh? Mhm, man, you talk a lot of shit It seems there's a cycle That everybody likes to repeat Throw some shots at rappers that are bigger than them Hopin' someone bites and wants to eat Get a reactor to gas you up And act like what you rap is so sleek But you know I'm a vet to this shit, and I been through it all I can see when a bitch isn't heat And if I responded to every single shot I got You know that I could sit here and feast Though, most every time, my lowest-viewed shit Is over five-hundred times their peak I could turn that king to a queen real quick, but I don't though I'll sit back and let y'all watch your show But just know, the aim that I got is a boatload And you don't wanna be in the way when I load, I'm Goin' down Schitt's Creek, bitch, don't roll slow I'll be on the bank side, waitin' to approach Hunt you down like I don't try to rip to a solo Stackin' up candy-ass rappers like Rolos Oh no, Crypt got this, click, click, click Click, oh shit, it's time to reload The clip's still empty from the last dumb bitch Who thought they didn't see what they said on the low though? You know what'll happen, right? You'll get a buzz for a couple of weeks Think you got a ton of fans But really you just got enemies and me And the second you decide to hop off my dick Those fans of yours are gonna leave And all those fans of mine Are gonna make it really fuckin' hard for you to succeed So take heed to this warning I give you I promise, it's good for the craft Diss tracks are fast views But fast views don't last If you wanna make it in this game Don't nobody give a fuck about the best rapper They give a fuck about the best music You should concentrate on that factor, bitch Because I'm back now I let everybody have some fun But I don't back down I'll keep goin' 'til my feet are numb So sit your ass down Oh, it's you I'm supposed to be scared of? But I've done dealt with bitches Faker than mascara, so it's time for me to lash out Back to this shit like a fat kid Reachin' down deep in the bottom of a chip bag Funny how the friends that I lost over dumb shit Had to turn 'em fat like slim fast Turned a couple deals down I ain't never really been a big fan of that quick cash Quick cash goes quick fast Remember that, and labels suck, fuck them hags I dip my toes into the waters Of this music business Just careful not to dive in head first 'Cause they all suspicious Like, "Look, Crypt All this money could be yours, let's do business" Showin' their doors of fans Lookin' at me like I'm delicious Bitch, I'm me You think I give a fuck what labels see? "Don't fumble the bag"? Bitch, the bag is fumbling me Gotta bring more to the table If you wanna sign the C- -R-Y-P-T Why the fuck would I need your green When I got six figures of G's By my name on a banknote? Labels nowadays Are only as good as a bank loan Fake hoes Claimin' they can elevate your place But they just takin' royal cheese Sippin' that drink that you made for 'em Sayin' I can't curse And I try to write my songs Well, fuck you And every ounce of bullshit that you on There's a reason you came to me I don't need none of this shit I'd go back to a nine to five 'Fore I ever work with you again Because I'm back now I let everybody have some fun But I don't back down I'll keep goin' 'til my feet are numb So sit your ass down Oh, it's you I'm supposed to be scared of? But I've done dealt with bitches Faker than mascara, so it's time for me to lash out I let everybody have some fun But I don't back down I'll keep goin' 'til my feet are numb So sit your ass down Oh, it's you I'm supposed to be scared of? But I've done dealt with bitches Faker than mascara, so it's time for me to lash out