[Intro BSwizz] Knew that I could do it Ever since I had a two cents And once I open my mouth there is no more losing [Verse 1 BSwizz] Cause I got a flow thatll knock you out ya sneakers Words so sick they got a 110 fever Chop up your tracks with an infected cleaver Fuck all of the disbelievers Bitch Ill serve you all like Im passing out subpoenas I dont want to hear you, you or you fools either I am an overachiever. If you think ya better than me, ha You barkin up the wrong tree bud I been doin this shit, you still new to this shit I can hear it when you spit. Shit I can come back like lickidy split When Im killing this shit And Im iller than sick And yo bitch still feeling this So I dont gotta explain Why on your girls iTunes you see my name Thats BSwizz, clearly she already knows what it is Too bad I still gotta remind you fucks Talk shit about me, I dont give two fucks You already do suck. So your word do, what? Nothing, everything you say your bluffin Go ahead come back with somethin Cause Ill go into my arsenal, break you down like particles Put your ass on the front page like articles So I dont gotta tell you again whos the hardest one Its already been known Ive already been on Every night, when I write. I think about if Ill really make it Get so much hate bet yall wondering how I take it Dont let these feelings get mistaken I know I gotta be patient Never take for granted the talent that I was given Sometimes I feel the rain fall heavily But itll be worth once I leave my legacy [Verse 2 BSwizz] Whatd you do, when all bets are off Whatd you do, when all hope is lost What if before you get on, people already told you you fell off Well maybe Im better off on my own And clearly, thats the path thats shown So you can find me at your local venue shutting the place...down You really think I give a fuck what you think of me Or how I compare to the industry Shit Im only 17 years old I drop holes in the roads. Your tracks are just bumps You chumps, Im bout to break the bank and give out reality checks one by one I guarantee you get stunned by one And once Im done, Im gonna blow so you ass betta run Call me a hypocrite, I dont give a shit I dont wanna hear about who your rappin with Or who your crap is with. Fuck your make shift label Cause you still aint bringin shit to the table I keep it real, your shits all fable Never did I think that I would be able To write lines, that blow minds Ya new flows my old grind So what makes you think you compare to me Though I show you up so embarrassingly It must be a mystery, simply I put phrases in rhythm to make a simile Yall put hate on Facebook to try to get into me In this industry your friends become your enemys But there will be no end to me Only the real fans recognize my legacy
bswizz, shit, already, whatd, think