An0maly SNAPS on J Cole Fire Squad Instrumental

[Verse 1] Homie, why you actin' like a bitch? I been killin' shit since the day I started rappin' And I swear one day it's gonna make me rich Money ain't the motive, but I swear I'm gonna get it Cause I see these other rappers makin' hits They can't hold a candle to the fire I'm providin' When I rise, you never gonna see me slip Savior of the rap, I'm a live until I'm dyin', listen The truth spitter, fuck y'all with the goose sippin' I be John Lennon meets J Dilla with new vision Mic blessed, better yet leave the booth christened New religion made every time I step in & spew scriptures I'm sick of y'all just wantin' hourly fees, ain't nobody tryna build You rats just out for the cheese, when I get to where I'm goin' And you beggin' for a placement, I'll remember how you never worked with me Yeah, I don't play, bitch, I say shit, mean it.. I did it out of my basement Y'all basic, never gon' make it to where they make chips, I hate this Everyone tryin' to make a statement but ain't shit Bitch, I was born to make this my spaceship, I'm dangerous What you thought all I could do was rap tight? I'm mad nice, win everything I do yup and that's life So act right, y'all don't make no sense Like J Cole hatin' Caucasians when he be half-white You fuckin' bitch ass homie, tryna be a rich ass homie Kiss ass homie, but I be here, keepin' it real, the sick ass homie Doin' things better than all y'all, slick ass homies, shit I'm bout to snap, fuck callin' a fire squad, humans cannot cool me You better off just to hire God You down to earth I write songs from Orion's star Make you look like Kanye and spit your verse through a wired jaw Have you ever been belt whipped by a constellation? Ever wanted to eat shit as an occupation? Ever seen me spit deep shit, this is conformation I could kill these rappers this second, bitch, I don't need patience I'm from the burbs, but listen to what the streets sayin' They know I'm as real as it gets, and want me to keep sprayin' Rough life, single mom, I moved a hundred times I never felt at home, pussy, the fear in me's vacant My whole life, all I received was deep hatred Psychology, it was murderous, but I seek greatness I hated my life, cold child, I fiend payment This is compensation for every day I can't sleep pacin' I'll never forget the day that my father walked out It happened when I was only three, but still it be chalked out Inside my fuckin' memory bank, so I'm a go all out And snap these fuckin' rappers redecoratin' my saw house I'm pissed off, don't tell me to calm down I'm a ball out, like Popovich y'all just talk loud I'd rather watch Young Thug talk about politics Or eat a fuckin' hollow tip before I ever stop this shit True scorer, real aura I'm sick of all these racist rappers thinkin' it's cool now to be real forward Don't blame me for this white America horror Bitch I ain't a fuckin' pilgrim, my family came from Europe Immigrants, with no money You think America cares about working class white people? That's so funny We all in it together, my dude, spit it forever, my dude Until they realize I'm best in the booth [Verse 2] There ain't no denyin' that all my shit's great No switchblade, I been trained with the senseis Fake fans, and shitty rappers who spit hate My mistakes got more views than your mixtapes That's the truth of the matter, I be used to the chatter Cause most people just talk loud Fake fans, and shitty rappers who spit hate My mistakes got more views than your mixtapes My mixtape equivalent to like six tapes From you and everyone that you fuck wit, my dude I been great, An0maly, better learn how to spell it I'm a put the rap game on a whole 'nother level Check it