Reality lyrics

b*tch I been
Pumpin bangers out
Ain't f*cking with no lames for clout
You shady wannabe players
Making nothing based off word of mouth
I heard about the fake plays
Tryna pay to make a name
As if it change the way
This sh*t you made is taken
Faggot, you brainless
Nobody f*cking with garbage
You ain’t no artist
So f*cking far from the taget
Hardly got bones in your carcass
The ghost is alone in a shell with no cartilage
Argue with the audience
And say how you “put heart in this”
It's sh*t regardless, b*tch
You starving in the largest market
Barking out
How they all need to feed your sorry ass for trying
Spare me the monologue
All of you f*ckers a breed of leeches
Better off dying
Such a f*cking child
Cry about it in your diary
Hide inside your mamma's house
And crawl back up her vagina
See, we ain’t got time
For some little kid with pipe dreams
You're lacking any effort
I despise you f*cking hypebeasts
Tryna be the next big thing
Without a slight reach
Like dumping cash on something passionless
Will make it tight, please
f*ck out the scene, you loser
We ain't fueling your stupid dream
Maneuver your way from our area
Steer clear of any real emcees
We'll eat you alive
For simply trying to ride with us
Believe me
You're better off hanging it up
And becoming hikikomori
f*cking beat it, kid