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Dead man productions
[intro; dravin]
Everyone has a time
A time to get up
A time stand up
A time to fight
To bash it out
To rise to the top
This is my time
[verse 1; dravin]
U better watch out
I'm playing my cards
Yeah
I'm playing the game
Rocking the east side
This ant no di*k bait
Ant no click bait
Might be chick bait
This is my rise to the top
This is a movement
This is my rise to the top
Got all these people
All these hatters on me
I ant mad
They trying to bring me down
They be spreading rumor's
Saying i can't rap
They need to put a cap on it
They always talken sh*t
Belong in a pit
Always doping the soap
Got u in my scope
U need to cope
Before i mop the whole east side with u
I might be whiter
b*tch i'm a fighter
I'm a f*cken writer
A rapper
b*tch i'm rising
All the f*cken way to the top
Better watch out
Cuz this is a movement
,my movement
This is my rise to the top
What u gonna do
Ur just a hatter
b*tch i don't give a dam
Eminem u looking like a ham
b*tch your rap is spam
b*tch u ant in my fam
So i don't give a dam
I be jaming
I don't give a dam
I'm doing this for me
U or no one/
Can stop me
I don't give a dam
Your not in my fam
So i don't give a dam
No one can hop over me
b*tch i'm coming
(i'm coming)
For u
All of u hatters
[verse 2;dravin]
I don't give a dam
Your not in my fam
b*tch u looking like a ham
U in a jam
Man f*ck u
I don't give a dam
I'm doing this for me
So f*ck u
I'ma be who i set out to be
I don't give a dam
b*tch i'm not afraid to take a stand
U better watch out
I'm coming for u
Coming for all the hatters
Better watch out
Better pray
U ant got no hope
U be crying like a b*tch, b*tch
I'm coming for all of u
I'm the rap demon
U got no hope
b*tch f*ck the pope
Your pope can't help u now
U got no hope
Got u in my scope
Com,e on
All u wanna do is talk
Come on call the cops
Call b*tch
I'm not afraid
Not afraid of no po-po
Oh
I'm not afraid
Yeah
You are tho
I know
I got u shaking in your boot
Oh
Did i hurt your feelings
b*tch your crying
Yeah
U crying
b*tches be lying
U be snitching
Come on
Ur on the ground
U be crying
Bro what happened
(what happened)
What happened to the thug
The tough guy
What happened
U were acting all tough
Calling yourself a thug
Bro u fake.'
Like drake
U a phony
A poser
A loser
Bro u need to cope
Cope with the facts
Your. not no thug
Yeah
Your not a thug
U be looking like a pug
Your not a thug
Your on the ground crying
U be lying
Bro u crying like a b*tch, b*tch
U be calling your self a thug
Your soft b*tch
U ant no thug
Might be a pug
Calling yourself a thug
Looking like a pug
b*tch u no thug
U a f*cking pug
Your soft
b*tch u week
[verse 3; dravin]
Ur not a thug
Looking like a f*cking rug
b*tch u drooling like a pug
U like a bug
b*tch u need to put the shut to the up
Before u get mugged
U no thug
U a phony
A poser
A loser
Hit
U tried to hid it
Like Victoria
Now your secret out
Now they all know sport
U got your panties in a bunch
Oh
How u like me now
Got all these girls in my D.M
Were your D.M at
Oh wait
I don't give a dam
No one ever text u
Aye
b*tch u always lying
Now they know
Now your ass on the ground
Crying
U sounding like a b*tch, b*tch
Cuz u be lying
Telling everyone u a thug
But your not
U look like a rug
Drooling like a pug
Ur a phony
All u do is lie
U on the ground crying
Crying like a lil b*tch..
U sound like a b*tch, b*tch
U belong in a ditch
Bro i know
U need to cope
Cope with the fact
b*tch your a phony
Your time is up
It's over
b*tch you're finished.,
You're outta here
Bro are you stupid
Estúpido
What language do I have to say it in
For you to hear me clearly?
b*tch your show's over
Got canceled
U f*ckin' failed
[verse 3 part 2; Epiph@ny]
Okay will see what I can do
I’ll do To The Top but I’ll write my own fast part unless you have a specific fast part you want me to let loose
Okay I put in some lyrics and changed a couple of yours to give it a polished sense
Just in case you don’t get it
Here it is
I’m comin' to grips
I got the grip
The momentum will flip
I’m cracking' the whip
On myself
Y'all better go back to yo' shelf
A wack pack of skill y'all lack I’m just myself
You say that nothing we say rhymes with that orange
So stupid I'ma have to slam you ‘gainst a door hinge
Can I get a floor gage
Can we please go turn the page
This stage
Is mine
I won’t back down I feel that it’s time
Feeling like some venomous perilous aconite
I won’t stop my fight
No matter what my plight
I may go down but I’ll rise yet another night
This is my life
Aughhhh!
You’re no thug
I will walk over you all like y'all a cozy rug
Drooling like a pug
You snug like a bug?
It’s time for you to put the shut to the up
This rap ain’t no hug
Y'all feeling this beat?
Feels like it could legit
Be a hit
You tried to hide it
Keep it a secret
Oh Victoria gets it
Now your secret’s out
You spouting lies like a water spout
Wooooo!
[verse 4; dravin]
b*tch its over
Wish i could say sorry
Wish i could say will miss u
Wish i could say u had a good run
But b*tch
We all know u didn't
U just got lucky some how
b*tch without dray
U nothing
sh*t
All u do is take credit for the songs dray wrote
He the real rapper
U just the b*tch, b*tch
Bro u f*cken failed
Get outta here
Get outta my face
U a failure at life
b*tch u railed hip hop
U failed rap
Now get out my face
U always be talking sh*t
Bro u were named after a candy
b*tch i'm Drako
I was named after a gangster
They call me the prodigy
b*tch how could i loo up to u
Your 5.8
I'm 5.10
b*tch your under me
This is my time
b*tch get outta my face
I;'me rising to the top
U talk about being on the top
Okay
Come on
This is my rise to the top
f*ck u Eminem
I'm rising to the top