i (prod. by CHill)

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Lyrics below

 

Beat produced by: CHill - @CHillthemonster

Vocals mixed & mastered by Myles Schwartz

 

VERSE 1:

How the fuck do you think I got here? (Without you)

Why the fuck you think you're not here? (Without me)

Cuz all you did was not listen, talk shit and doubt me

Now when you talk, it's all about me

 

That's you haters i'm talking bout

The ways that you talk about

My music like you hate it but you love it's awesome how

You talk about my tapes and you say that you'd toss it out

 

When really you're the plays that I get paid for bitch

I done made more shit than your age 4 pitbull

I get played in your zip code

Cage what you say and keep it closed

Before I fill your face with my fists tho

 

Fuck a pistol, never needed firearms

I just fire arms, go Goku

Throat choke you

With my bear hands that I ripped off a bear with my bare hands

No joke dude

 

CHORUS:

This is I, and i'm never gonna fake it

All that I want I seize (I)

I sell out shows in cities I don't know and have not one empty seat

 

This is my life, my rules, my world

You aint gonna take it from me

 

This is my craft, my cash, my words

All on an MP3

 

VERSE 2:

I hope today I take the route

That gets me where I wanna be and thats the truth

Fact, I do.

Had to use a massive mask to market myself to masses through

Plastic tubed headphones, glass blown cellphones, watches that watch us in 3D?

Hell no!

 

Hello, i'm still in the retro

Still rocking these cool shoes with the velcro's

Tickle Me Elmo, Seatbelt belts bro, still tryna find out Jackie and Kelso

 

Did or did not, do diddly squat

If Jackie went down and had a lick of his...

 

(Rooster FX)

 

Red rooster, aim shoot for

That guy with the pile of cash in his coupe

Blast in the coupe, mask and a tool

Bash in his tooth, teeth 'til he can't fucking chew.

 

CHORUS

 

VERSE 3:

I done wanted this my whole life

Having other rappers tell me that my flows tight

That I flow nice, that my music makes 'em go hype

 

My maneuver is my roots on a road-bike

I consume a whole beat in a sitting

You better move or i'll eat where you're sitting

 

You gon' need that chair?

You gon' eat that chair?

No one tell you not to ever eat where you're shitting?

 

Guess not, less talk more rock let's roll

I been here diggin' for gold

I been here singing my soul out

Hoping that one of these days I get paid and my shows are sold out

 

Left the old route, took a right turn

Tried to cook up beats, got burned

Scalded, but I draw with words

All this and a pot to piss in?

Sure

 

CHORUS (x2)

 

VERSE 4:

So don't come at me with them tacky ass lines

Never ask me bout your stupid shit it wont fly

Drive with no chassis, rap league is all mine

Divide I don't have to, sick of my own kind

 

Defficient of dope rhymes, they glisten but don't shine

Sifting through your shit but I rhythm I don't find

I listen but don't vibe, I wish that you wrote lies

Cuz writing what you 'bout is that shit that I won't buy

 

Not ever!

 

Not for free or if you paid me

Scrilla!

Pikachu, chilla, you fugazi

Z to the A to the Dot

See what you say

You, I say you are not

 

Hot on a record, all star stepper

That's like saying I am classic rock, a space astronaut that J5 sucks, black is ops and all that I have is my rap and gwop.

 

CHORUS