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Control - Big Sean (Remix)
- [Piano Intro Verse]
- [Things are crazy in mind. Like who tf chases their time. In reality
- they making up lies for people that blind. Blind to the fact of the lies told
- to control they mind. But you think everthing is fine. Bruh they done fucked with
- your brain, now forever will you remain. Stuck in the crazy loop of time till you go insane.
- I'm talking real life insane, like rainin hate in vein type insane. But its the 'who tf
- cares you insane' part thats insane. Like I paint the picture with the lyrics
- but it ain't the same 'cuz seeing is believing. What remains the same. It's what
- makes this shit so crazy lame. But I chose fuck this game 'cuz it really ain't
- the fame that be making these lames cray they lyin to yo face like you were cray.]
- [Verse]
- I got ideas for ideas, Bitch I live for the action.
- Your words mean nothing nigga all you doing is actin'.
- Bitch your weak, nothing left, gas tank on E, bruh Wait im back iin.
- Back iin this mf with adjectives, additives for my acid blatter's laxatives.
- Man this shit is add ictin', its the shit. It's water, nigga dont bother me!
- Bitch I come at you like a fucking beast. What is this? This aint a cypher,
- this a fucking joke, that ain't even the least. This shit whack! Popular Song Parody?
- Sounds like this shit is on crack. What happen to just freestylin' and delivering
- lyrics like a boss? Bitch you floss. You prolly hear cursing and say
- "Oh My Gosh"! Bitch you prolly fatter than Rick Ross! This website whack! You wanna
- write "real" Cyper lyrics? Take a look at BET. It's G R E A T! Put that Cypher on
- Re PEAT. I'm trynna rap like J. Cole and K D O T, I'll drop fire with nothing
- but one dollar and a DREAM! Sorry I hate to be a hater, but i had to say it
- now or later, this is fucking greater than most of you faggots writing on paper.
- I see me on Fader, inevitable with my flow, and you are gay Sir.
- RapPad, Your target audience must be fucking jokes, like when all of you are
- trynna spit shit that ain't legit, I'm spittin' hits. I spit when I'm lit, and
- oh boy your best option right now is to quit 'cuz bruh u cant commit.
- Plus you cant even admit, your a joke, raps are banana splits.
- When everything so far that I submit, is gas, its fit. Fit for
- anybody to cop off. But I'll knock you like I knocked your socks off,
- bitch ass pussies. Take your watches offs, this a robbery! Once
- I take all your money I'll fucking rocket off. Get the fuck out of there.
- These lines are what delivers, free. No fee. Fuck it i'll even be nice
- and give this away with trees. (Haha) I got bars in my head, i "Sold
- what they Want" and "Got what I Need". (Haha) Subliminal quotes for days,
- brilliant ideas when i blaze, and I just copped that silver haze. O K,
- so I'm always on here 'cuz I love rapping, but I see others and get road rage!
- It's just all your battles are so cray! Swear some of you people seem okay. But
- when you rhyme its liike, no way. Your "Rap Names" might as well be
- Jose. You suck dick in both ways, I mean you bad at what you do
- and you sucking dick. You couldn't make it selling crack rocks, you too
- stupid. You Riff Raff. You a Kit Kat and I'm a Snickers. You ain't fit for rap.
- And Bruh, your soul ain't there! Sell your soul to the music Bruh!
- Y'all sellin' your souls to the devil. And who said rap was ever about the money?
- Bruh this game ain't funny. It gets real bummy if ya'll keep rapping like that.
- Your rhymes is crumby. Our minds got lucky, so the shit that we write
- ain't really funny and it never was the money. I got the passion, almost like when
- shit happens and you don't know what happened. Sometime's when shit's crackin'.
- other shit Lackin' what the shit was first crackin'. And I still don't really get wtf just
- happened. It's those lines that put the point out. And it's these lines you put the
- joint out. Fuck it I had to take a break and roll another one. So much of it
- I couldn't fold the half of it like dragon shit the strain on some new level like
- new actresses, but These verses I still need practice with cuz I see what I'm lacking
- in but get what I'm backin' it with, Bitch. I see what I'm attacking you with, Money
- ain't problem till you fucked during taxes taxes. You broke and have no place
- to rest yo' back in. I'm saying this rap just ain't a job I'm trynna be the best.
- Like read my chest, It's the reader's check that delivers in 1 sec', Bitch. This a
- test like a quest. Fuck around make mistakes, forget to brake type mistakes
- leave you crippled mistakes you regret forever for petes sake quit it.
- Like you need to know when it's time to stop, hittin it. You too lit mf shit,
- Stop like Drop before you get popped bitch try me. You'll be a dead ass cop,
- buried in the ground with rocks. Faggot ass mf let you waste, let them maggots
- eat you up and leave no trace! Then watch me take this laced blunt to my face.
- Fuck around with me you get maced. I'm raw on anything like I don't even need bass
- Come around fucking with crates full of grenades to blow up your house, record
- everything and mail it to you like tf you bout? I'm a lion and you a coward nigga
- You couldn't make it out of a cardboard box you a joke like fake flowers nigga
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