I'll fall behind, if I don't step up and take the spotlight

If you in my way, i'll push you aside, doesn't matter if im doing you right

Maybe you trippin on the things that I said in the past, always talking money this and homie that

I think it's time I left you pussies back in the past, I know for sure that if you pull up, your blood will go splat (yuh, yuh)



I'm on the attack (yuh, yuh)

I got the gat (yuh, yuh)

Hop in the back (yuh, yuh)

Yeah we go fast (yuh, yuh)

Back to the past (yuh, yuh)

Lay you out flat (yuh, yuh)

Blow you in half (yuh, yuh)



Every artist's got a hill that they would die on

That one lawyer that be lying for no reason

That one label that will only lead you on

Party rocking in the house until it's dawn



It's beautiful rhythm, It's love and emotion, I hear this interpretation every time

I want something new to me, valuing beauty should never be something that is on the line

Industry trifling, taking for granted the music that wasn't ever really mine

So i'll take that criticism, point back and aim at 'em, same excuses, song was perfectly fine



I'm not underground, I come from the darkest basement

Chained to a pole, my kidnapper hoping that I will be calm and complacent

I break myself down, just to build a more generic artist up again, I will no longer depend, diving off the deep end, just know that your blood will go splat



I'm on the attack (yuh, yuh)

I got the gat (yuh, yuh)

Hop in the back (yuh, yuh)

Yeah we go fast (yuh, yuh)

Back to the past (yuh, yuh)

Lay you out flat (yuh, yuh)

Blow you in half (yuh, yuh)



All of the haters be thinking I'm acting so innocent

Screw a president now I'm acting like an immigrant

This pen, this paper, no this ain't an incident

I'm not for the faint of heart I'm too magnificent

I don't wanna be the one you call your best friend

I ain't mad at you I'm just sick of pretend

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I won't let my guard down, you ain't my friend

I ain't never gonna give you a single damn cent



Every artist's got a hill that they would die on

That one lawyer that be lying for no reason

That one label that will only lead you on

Party rockin in the house until they make your blood splat



I'm on the attack (yuh, yuh)

I got the gat (yuh, yuh)

Hop in the back (yuh, yuh)

Yeah we go fast (yuh, yuh)

Back to the past (yuh, yuh)

Lay you out flat (yuh, yuh)

Blow you in half (yuh, yuh)



I've seen the future, but my eyes are blurry

The lack of silence, feeling so deserted

The taste in my mouth is getting rather dirty

My lyrics have more power than your fists can hurt me



Let me tell you, no one has had a better deal than this

You even get to keep fifty percent of the... what?

(Forty five)

Oh, forty five, well... that's better than nothing.

Go ahead.

Sign the deal.

We promise we won't screw you

Hey, wait a minute... he's copying lil darkie!

This is an outrage!

Someone needs to stop him!

Someone tackle him!

We all know everything is original!

Right?

I'm calling the record label.

Yeah, he's canceled.

Yeah, you're done buddy.

Poopyhead!



This is bad...



(Yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah)



Flick, flick, flick, flick, flick on my stick

Drip, drip, drip, drip, kill 'em real quick



All these stupid little artists drop nudes more than music

I got a rage inside of me, I think it's time I use it

You think music changed your life? Why don't you go ahead and prove it

You built your way up to fame, I think it's time that you lose it