Tune Ain't Shit

Your tune aint shit

Blue game lit

Imma probably die the same way that Hussain did

the shoe game krit

riffing with some thrift store bloomers on

game focus, you be ranked lowest like Stewie's mom

vilified, still building with the realest try

right free hand, so imagine if I really try

ill advised, trying to prove your worth, get ya crew a hearse

R.I.P spade that dig graves, now im doing dirt

elated as fuck, ate in the dutch

Ya'll are fucking with a don, like Melania Trump

we can box it up, im taking your lunch, its shark city

north or richmond, ya should all rock with me

Im a highschool dropout, fuck your class

I smoke zigs in the schoolyard, and sucked at math

turn a hip hop agnostic through a totem believer

rabbit from 8 mile, underdog slash a overachiever(Papa doc)

 

Listen I never cuffed a bitch if she wasn't thick

and gave hot brain like a fever, im fucking sick

you can suck a dick, talentless whores

I can't fly, I dont even got a album in stores

besides the one I dropped a couple hundred thousand days ago

and my label told me if Im good, they would allow me to tour

they said if My shit was more melodic and trappy, my songs would be catchy, and that I make my audience Happy

(Naw)

Trying to modify a savage mastermind

and make waves in the throne kings, just to past the time

past the vine, I transcended the dimensions reached

with limitless potential to ascend til I hit the peak

lift a fail, move needles on the riffer scale

we rise higher, while you quietly plummet

what I cook is too rich, for society's stomach

fellas they wanna snooze on me

heighten my budget, because when elephants in the room

I make ivory from it...