[Lyrics needed for Moe's verse]
I don't care if people see how weak I am
Rap's my way of claimin' every dang beat I have
I try to speak and map
Some freakin' raps
That'll bring in cash
Ain't care 'bout the money but It's funny
How the money
With a druggy
Kinda life
Would be better than a buggy as a ride
You love me? That's a lie
You only love me for the hype
That's around my name
You're bloody from the
Knife that I stuck in your face
Matwareena shatartak
Shed el sekeena el f dahrak
Matgarab tedeena tasbeeta bl matwa
Wareena tawseela twadeena lel 5amra
I ain't the type to be robbing lyrics
Or followin' when ya wanna spit it
Deliverin' soggy rhythms
I don't get why you would wanna fit in
Wanna get in to the marajuana livin'
Bought a bottle, sippin'
Nah, I'm kiddin'
Not the Penguin, I prefer to hit them with some Gotham riddles, ooh ooh
Now tell me what the f*ck do you do
Flung my arm right at you but it sunk and went through
I guess I'ma ghost, a f*ckin' death ghoul
And yes I will sin, so call me Deadpool
I'm god sent
Comin to send u where biggie and pac went
I'm locked in
This constant cycle of being lost and
Exhausted
Grabbed my ego and then popped it
Now I only focus on bein' the top hottest
Artist
Comin' from the bottom
Comin' with the keys to the Jeep, go start it
Moe will go bonkers
Put on some G-Eazy and grow fond of
The real elite, you know I'ma
Real MC and honest-ly
My sins are so dramatic tallied up together so Cinematic
But I can't fathom how you spit wacker than what Adam Lukat did
Since MCM had got it clippin'
I'm indifferent
Still we go together workin', livin'
Stu all night and never
For a second did I stop and reckon if I'd hop and never make it what the plan would be
Y'all make me f*ckin' sick to my stomach Di Napoli
Explain to me a logical reason why I can't make it
If they make it if they post a pic naked
Face it
Rap has become the face of
Shameless
Motherf*ckers who are brainless
I hate it
I'm crazy
I show no mercy
The flow is dirty
So I get up and lit up a little torch to go see
But I float and hope the
Place doesn't go and know me
Cuz I wanna be grown but lowkey
I don't wanna stare at all the greats below me
I only
Want the
Lyrics in my songs to haunt the
Minds of oldies
(hopefully)
I Never wanna be a part of any single thing
That I want written but I spit it
Regardless
Knowin' how I'm flowin' ya would listen to my lyrics
When I deliver on a plate like an omlet;
Beid