Attitude

Check the fucking stats nigga whole team swagged up Hatin' niggas looking at us thinking that they mad bruh Probably got that style that you wishin' that you had huh? Strike a flame to ya name still couldn't match us Going crazy on the beat, I'm a fucking savage Damaging flows nigga you know I fucking ravage Fucking every beat hell guessing I'm a ho Her mouth on green light boy steady on the go Drop cold ass lyrics precipitate like snow LD can fucking rap boy say it ain't so Got that teacher mentality, I'm quick to check a nigga I'm the gun you the target and I'm bout' to pull the trigga Pockets on garbage, filthy fucking rich I'm fucking wit a talent I ain't even knew exist I'm sick in my mind thats why I spit the illest of shit These others niggas robbin' they commence in stealing the shit Make way LD comin' with that new sound Thinking this a game nigga? I ain't fucking playin' round' Bury that shit you call music deep in the ground Six feet deep like that Grave Diggaz sound Hang my name on the song lynch that shit Cut the beat so deep you gotta stitch that shit Hmmm...do you niggas smell that stench? Its these rotten' ass rappers make my fucking stomach clench I'm tired of these niggas not taking me serious I'm furious, enough to make a nigga go delirious I'm curious, look at me, what do you see? Is it a broke down nigga or a rapper to be? I'm simply complicated...you could never understand This fucking rap shit wasn't never in my plans Yeen' gotta like my music yeen' gotta be my friend But if respect isn't given I'll get it on demand My flow like virgin pussy boy that mean that shit tight And this my first time rappin' that ironic shit right? Will I make it as a rapper shit I just might So sit back and take notes while LD take flight Too many niggas out here trying get a fuckin' deal How people gon' listen when you don't keep it real? I understand you hungry and you trying to get a meal But keep it original bruh, yeen gotta fucking steal Way back when people actually spoke the truth Spit the realest illest shit when they hit the booth Too ill wit' it, thats why they was asylum Real albums come out and the fans don't buy em? ...it's contradictory Real shit come bullshit they still listening Falling for the lies, they trippin' see The game like a puzzle only piece missin' me Say fuck my past wit a big black dick Leave no trace yea I own that clit I said I fucked my past, and nut in my present And wit a little suture I produced my future It feels so right man it can't be wrong LIke J. Cole said it won't be long Just killed the song, I think that bitch dying So shhhhhh....give the beat a moment of silence... *Instrumental plays*