False Act
• Written by 8ballCypher
In this world-my hopes-find no-light
though-my flow-vibes slow-like lo-fi
I should be on showtime
I should get hoes, right?
But alll my woes are replied with "I know, right?"
I can't relate, bad or great
doesn't matter, cuz the aftermaths the same
Can't calculate how fast it takes
To graduate this crap by Saturday
I'm the ultimate bad, causing a clash
With the dominant class, and a prominence flash
Motherfuckers call me ultimate and
I'm not stopping facts, im marvelous, man.
I'm confident that, I'll top all attacks
But God's and all act, like I'm not intact
The stops not an act
I'll cop all the caps
I dare an og to stop me, they can't.
You'd say I'm in-saiyan
Rearranging big bangs
Displaying all my latest drip game
Laying while im slaying crip gangs
Flashstrike- makes phony nigga's act white
Scared to come at my house, I'm
Out my window saying "THAT'S RIGHT"
Stacked wife- stacked life- stacked job
At times Never ever have I dared to slack off
Wack job- fans like to tell me that I act soft
That's alright online, but on God I'd give you cracked jaw
Fuckers act hard, til they had my life
I thought you were that strong, where's your appetite?
Can't be right, what happened to Maximize, strategize
Laugh and antagonize, FRY make fans electrified
Specti-fire like a candle LIGHT
You can magnify amplify,
But you're fake like a plastic stalactite
If haters were made like satellites
They'd be hazy hd- anti-light
Made to not fight- but hands are on sight
The God's are aligned when I'm writing lines
Define divine, refined designs
only bright minds will like what I rhyme
Haters stay hate when I'm Hype all the time
Working 5 to 9 but I'm mighty fine
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About the Artist
8ballCypher
Member since April 8 2019