What can we say, what can we do That hasn't been said, or done befo' No one slams love singers Being unoriginal, not bringing it Singing the same shit, again and again Mentality is like that about rapping As if just because it has been done It can't be done again When love songs have been done again Times a freaking billion More like a gazillion Still they looking for vermillion Whatchu feeling, I ain't seeing that I'm just seeing people talking crap Just keep walking, chap If you don't want me talking back Talking smack, the world's a habitat They tryna put borders on our emotions As if it matters for devotion, bad potion Mumble rappers dishing out five tracks a day Punch in method, like fifty shades of pig tray Dang, that's some bull, quality over quantity You're making a firecracker, not a space entity No gravity when I spit, rocket scientist shit While yo' bitch got a pocket rocket thumb clit What I've realized is a third of it is value from true crime Who wants to listen to a rapper that can't do time Navigate the treacherous paths, whop some serious ass Soft rap, even though I hate the term, is seriously trash That's why so many are faker than comforting laughs They ain't ever stepped foot, in a real hood path If they ever did, it was as craftsman's staff Not living by a building full of crazies Without anything or their needs in order, welfaries Not even wagies, with crying babies, yelling ladies Only tenants way past their hey days I'm not gonna pretend I really know true hoods either Claiming a city you're an hour away from, tho, weaker Than any thing that was even already see through Like tryna associate with LA, like all of Cali "parties" That's way, way, too far, tryna be hood superstary That will never get a super car, only burritos with lard Way too much, way too much dutch and tequila in bars Or something like that, too much fat in the head That's as dumb as it gets, but you can bet There are many like that, tryna steal ghetto valor When the closest they've been living to it, is nothing like ghetto status It's ridiculous, because it's even a misunderstanding of what it means to be badass Is it really something to strive for to come from the hood? What about being happy about coming from something good? Hip-hop should be over this by now, but it's still as relly decades later There should be an end to it, like a line after a blind bend, for a tailgator What I've realized is a third of it is value from true crime Who wants to listen to a rapper that can't do time Navigate the treacherous paths, whop some serious ass Soft rap, even though I hate the term, is seriously trash
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What can we say, what can we do
That hasn't been said, or done befo'
No one slams love singers
Being unoriginal, not bringing it
Singing the same shit, again and again
Mentality is like that about rapping
As if just because it has been done
It can't be done again
When love songs have been done again
Times a freaking billion
More like a gazillion
Still they looking for vermillion
Whatchu feeling, I ain't seeing that
I'm just seeing people talking crap
Just keep walking, chap
If you don't want me talking back
Talking smack, the world's a habitat
They tryna put borders on our emotions
As if it matters for devotion, bad potion
Mumble rappers dishing out five tracks a day
Punch in method, like fifty shades of pig tray
Dang, that's some bull, quality over quantity
You're making a firecracker, not a space entity
No gravity when I spit, rocket scientist shit
While yo' bitch got a pocket rocket thumb clit
What I've realized is a third of it is value from true crime
Who wants to listen to a rapper that can't do time
Navigate the treacherous paths, whop some serious ass
Soft rap, even though I hate the term, is seriously trash
That's why so many are faker than comforting laughs
They ain't ever stepped foot, in a real hood path
If they ever did, it was as craftsman's staff
Not living by a building full of crazies
Without anything or their needs in order, welfaries
Not even wagies, with crying babies, yelling ladies
Only tenants way past their hey days
I'm not gonna pretend I really know true hoods either
Claiming a city you're an hour away from, tho, weaker
Than any thing that was even already see through
Like tryna associate with LA, like all of Cali "parties"
That's way, way, too far, tryna be hood superstary
That will never get a super car, only burritos with lard
Way too much, way too much dutch and tequila in bars
Or something like that, too much fat in the head
That's as dumb as it gets, but you can bet
There are many like that, tryna steal ghetto valor
When the closest they've been living to it, is nothing like ghetto status
It's ridiculous, because it's even a misunderstanding of what it means to be badass
Is it really something to strive for to come from the hood?
What about being happy about coming from something good?
Hip-hop should be over this by now, but it's still as relly decades later
There should be an end to it, like a line after a blind bend, for a tailgator
What I've realized is a third of it is value from true crime
Who wants to listen to a rapper that can't do time
Navigate the treacherous paths, whop some serious ass
Soft rap, even though I hate the term, is seriously trash
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Is my music good enough for this beat?
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Only one way to find out
Bpm?
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