Mistahlefty - Only half kind (Prod. Yondo)

Lyrics:
God just granted my wish
It is exactly what I have missed
How far did I went from listening
To believing that I am the man, I reminisce
Did wrote till the tip
Of the pen finally ran out of ink
Only did hiphop when my journey sinked
Now their love's a payback through a single click
Yea through a single click
Showed their support when I showed them the link
What only bothers are these pony brothers
"Big headed and braggy" is what they all think
Yep you're the man and the shit
Did have a gig and earned nothing from it
Did have a bitch and that's all you could get
Be attracted and passive when pussy is wet
Talkin on leans, talkin on banks
Why you so mean, why you so crap
You play your shit and then nobody clap
Except for granny needing an oxygen tank
I dissed you, part of collection
You got the venues and collaboration
Compared to me, I got recognition
Not just for the sake of the damn connection
Chorus:
Oh here we go
And so we will duel
Won't hate but he'll do
Too late, I did too
Mastered yet baffled
In battle 'gainst rappers
A bastard is after me
Laughter Disaster
You actin so proper
A puppet, a props or
A nothing, a culture
Appropriator
Anyways, am not a renegade
Aimin a "center stage"
Men, I never play
I am still the same
Not crazy or sane
Despite the heavy rains
Carried pain like the yesterdays
Why is there always a grief
When I say something that is so much deep
Why you get bitter and find it generic when the lyric gets you fernetic and pissed
Why is there always a talk?
Talkin gibberish as if you're the boss
Always correctin though he got his jaw
Hangin while bangin on my own new song
I'll be a believer if you out rap
I'll be a listener if you sound black
I'll claim you are better if you do have
Your wall containing atleast two plaques
I am not hatin so stay off
I am just sayin your games' off
Do not retaliate, I don't accomodate
Anyone whos not in my radar
Never seen your mouth with a tape off
Better figure out what you made wrong
Beef I don't squash, better not make one
Hit is too soft like a ping pong
God, is there even more
Ribbons and trophies and the rewards
Cheering, applauding and no ignorance
See me, I do have zero importance
The better rapper, they just ignore it
I'm like the missing rhyme of an orange
Compliments' aint one, they just dont pour it
Game and intensity, I just restored it
I am a kid with the infinite blows
All I ever did was hit then reload
It's the period for limitless shows
You'll get delirious, sticked and froze
Only half kind in this only damn time
Boring ass lines is your only damn rhyme
Only damn fine when you're sorry and tryin
To be that guy with no shitty lines
Chorus:
Oh here we go
And so we will duel
Won't hate but he'll do
Too late, I did too
Mastered yet baffled
In battle 'gainst rappers
A bastard is after me
Laughter Disaster
You actin so proper
A puppet, a props or
A nothing, a culture
Appropriator