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