[Intro Marty] Yeah I think Im the worst rapper on this entire song ha, ha, ha You know what it is Or, if you dont, youre about, youre about to know [Verse 1 Marty] Woo, woo I dont need a stylist hey Im only wearin black woo And my homies are wylin ayy We all love Taylor Swiftwoo Im eatin with pilots, they callin me the chef hey Im saucin it up No directions, we made it from scratch Fear God tee on Shout out to Jerry Lorenzo what up They callin me ugly Ima still marry a ten though And Im killin the friendzone Ima kneel in the endzone And my ex had nothin inside, so you know that I hopped out a window Antipolitical, only makin songs that I like woo This is antiradio No placements, wont make it to top five And high five to my team, we dont respond to anybody on the sidelines woo And I shoulda died Like, I dont know, but it feels like I got nine lives Yah [Verse 2 John Givez] I came in this with, like, four friends four up Tube socks and Chuck Taylors on I stayed in this and gave no cares not one Now Im moonwalkin on every song Area code is 760, 619, 858 Think Im great, think yall late Thats okay Marty, let me come up in this party like Im Scarface To point the finger at the bad guy go ahead At four years old I been a rabbi gotta leave Let me show you how to do this I do it I just need a pencil and a pad Guy, follow me now Couple record companies tryna call on me now Tell em all to hit they knees and acknowledge the style It came from God Man, I got my game from God Aint a dollar that can move me from the reign of God Im in this buildin hollerin West! west, west, west Hold on, let me go and take a rest, I aint yellin at yall what Im just tryna hit you with some evidence yall what Evidently heaven sent me excellence yall ooh I just wanna be a legend I just wanna speak to the people I just wanna play my sounds, make my rounds Love God, live life Do it all legal, its easy [Verse 3 NF] Hey! Dont ask me a question If you dont wanna hear what my answer is, Im gonna answer it I got no time for the drama I got no time for the politics I do not care about names They dont mean nothin to me nope I didnt get in the game to make friends And kiss up to people that dont even like me You know what I mean! I dont expect everybody to like what Im doin out here But I am the one thats gon look in the mirror at the end of the day You dont ruin my careerno! I got some people that write me like, I wish youd die like your momma did These are the comments that I gotta problem with You should be quiet and watch what you hollerin, woo! My fans will eat you alive Trolls, get off of my page My bars fly over they heads I wrote that line on a plane, I wrote that line on a plane You wont see me in a chain I basically wear the same shirt everyday Get a hole in it, go to the store and I buy it again You already know who it is, for real! [Verse 4 Wordsplayed] Still on the coast where they throw the set Palas still bounce like Hammer checks Papi gon get em like Dangerfield Orale, you dont get no respect Labels that hit Fern and Marty up Marty and Fern never call em back You tryna be funny?, was all they asked Look at the charts, who laughin last? Now Im signed, need contracts My God is major, my league minor Throwin numbers up, need contact These beats remind of Scott Steiner Andy killed it on Sways show So I best be workin my oneliners Still pray for that skyline, boys lit the shots at those onetimers I just wanna see hands in the air, my Lord Never thought rappin would keep us employed Feelin like Pacquiao Im fightin with Floyd The family watchin I better go hard in the paint, that 96 Rodman Shots out to Eric, I got em Dog days in the Cali summer Lifes hard, this beats harder Rest in peace out to Harold Hunter All praise to the Holy Father All the smoke was secondhand Either way well never land Say a prayer fore I come around Blood of Jesus, please wipe me down New York [Verse 5 Fern] I wake up from my bed Look over, kiss my lil girl in the head Cause everyday is Fathers Day Just like everyday is a birthday, you dig? Third of the three little pigs The wisest one, I build my house up with bricks So when the storm came, we just came together in the Lords name Bruh, I sold drugs Bruh, I been grimy Lords stackin, you can ask bout me Had the OGs, they respected me The younger boys not remember me I was in them streets in the background Was your ganstars gangsta, I spit game for free Nowadays when I recollect it and I put it down, gotta pay me When you say Hollywood, gotta say me When it comes to these raps and these APs Cadillacs always been a M.O Even when the old school broke down Ill patch em up, hit the skrip with em Its no surprise a brother on now When the streets get a chance to speak up They want a brother thats gon eat with em Speak up about the same issues and run it straight Aint gon play with em My contents done changed up, so them twelve year olds need a young sheperd Looked at Santino right in his eyes He broked out laughin, hes so reckless He know I got now, its no pressure But when its his turn, let the grits burn That Lawrence Fishburne But its on record how his old boy spit it like an old veteran Fernie Aha, I was old boy spitting like an old veteran [Outro Kaleb Mitchell] Im in a lane by myself Aint checkin for nobody else Whole team lookin monsterish Dont really care for they acknowledgments You can miss me with the politics They lookin at us like some problem kids Oh yeah Antipolitical Yeah, Im antipolitical antipolitical Antipolitical Yeah, Im antipolitical
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