Gotta know when to fold em huh

C’mon!

Aye this the last fucking rap song that I’ma ever make

I’ve been doing this shit for years, but now I’m quitting because it’s gay

And I’m tired of all the bullshit that I see every day

On the fucking Internet shit be driving me insane

It’s another rapper killed another rapper what a shame

And another bitch poppin ass I know that pussy stank

And another rapper overdosed on pills and too much drank

It made me stop and think- when the fuck will this shit ever change

It used to be MCs but now it’s YNs and YCs

And white boys sayin the N word never got they asses beat

I was backpack rappin when they was drinkin Hi-C’s

And bitch I’m real live in person they just reels and live IG

And it ain’t just people everything im seein fake af

You know exactly what I’m talking bout ain’t gotta make it up

They puttin plastic particles inside the food to make you dumb

I know some folks that took the jab and they ain’t never wakin up

I know some people workin 9-5 that never make enough

I know a foo that make a livin off of just fakin the funk

I know some folks that got that fake ass purple ass weed and they know that shit fake af and still break it up

What the FUCK goin on in the world

Sexy red and Meg the stallion makin songs for the girls

To make em think that all men want is titties and some ass when the most attractive women got a strong set of morals

But Them bitches rich and I’m broke af that’s all facts

TBH I ain’t tryina be involved in all of that

Might have more money than me but I got integrity and I’m fine with that cause I can die with that and won’t nobody ask

 for a dollar back

Ain’t I x4 ain’t I dope af

Dope enough to make you open up a can of whoop ass drink it and hold it up

Rep yo set and throw it up

And let em know that you ain’t ever foldin up

I been rappin since I was old enough to smoke a blunt

I just hold my nuts and tell em turn my vocals up

Remember one time I was doing a show to open up

For djack and I got so drunk was outside throwing up came back inside and turnt it up

Shit was great

Way back in the day

I just gotta say

I done put too many bouquets on way too many graves

RIP KRoc tha Gr8

Wish you could see me today

Ik you prolly be mad at me for hangin up the cape

Rappers pump faking and flexin til they pass out

Like what you wanna do? Cash out or be a crash out

Discipline can turn a jackass into a cash cow

Just don’t get caught slippin at the bell like manny paccaio

Yea my record 12-2 I got my ass beat twice

But I still beat up 12 mfs so I’m pretty nice

I play for money and for keeps not for bragging rights

And I’m smart enough to never pay the asking price

I’m a classy guy the type you wanna ask advice

Learn the sales trade cause everybody has a vice

Never trust a bitch if her ass in nice

And if they goin 2 for 1 then get your man a slice

Turn your dreams to real life cause only fans fantasize

Stay controlled under pressure cause that coal turn to a diamond

Hit the gym watch your diet

Holy shit can you believe it I’m a rapper droppin gems not just rhymin

If you notice something working out for others you should try it

If it’s got a strong return on your investment you should buy it

It’s bout what you know and who you know it’s not bout who’s the flyest

Never say you can’t do it if you ain’t took the time to try it

If you a man dealing with pain deep inside but you got pride

You can be a grown ass man and let it out and cry

It’s 2 sides to every story and everybody lies

Not every body lives but everybody dies