Verse 1: CHVSE
Ugh
Let's begin when I first started rapping
You said I was shit, even though it was my passion
And the syllables I spit would've developed a talent
So now to prove you wrong I got my artist name tatted on my forearm, the score on, you moron, and morons
I'm finna be spitting it in an ill rhythm and never admit it til you're gone
You're on my last nerve I got left
And I'm about to let it go, explode flows for the stress, ah
Uh, so what you really gotta say to me?
I'll never see the light, and my dreams are purely make belief?
Take the beat out of the hate and try to get away from me
But this is not the time or place to try to make a safe retreat
Yeah, 'cuz I'm the devil while you're just a demon
If you think you're on my level then you must be dreaming
'Cuz I fell into selling the records always busting even
Seeing that I can never trust a soul unless it wasn't breathing
Hook: CHVSE
Mind staying on the racks like a cake band
Bitches actin shady like they wear a pair of Ray Bands
They say they love it, but they always gotta hate man
Yo that's the fucking definition of a fake fan
Of a fake fan, of a, of a fake fan
Yo that's the fucking definition of a fake fan
Of a fake fan, of a, of a fake fan
Yo that's the fucking definition of a fake fan
Ugh
Let's begin when I first started rapping
You said I was shit, even though it was my passion
And the syllables I spit would've developed a talent
So now to prove you wrong I got my artist name tatted on my forearm, the score on, you moron, and morons
I'm finna be spitting it in an ill rhythm and never admit it til you're gone
You're on my last nerve I got left
And I'm about to let it go, explode flows for the stress, ah
Uh, so what you really gotta say to me?
I'll never see the light, and my dreams are purely make belief?
Take the beat out of the hate and try to get away from me
But this is not the time or place to try to make a safe retreat
Yeah, 'cuz I'm the devil while you're just a demon
If you think you're on my level then you must be dreaming
'Cuz I fell into selling the records always busting even
Seeing that I can never trust a soul unless it wasn't breathing
Hook: CHVSE
Mind staying on the racks like a cake band
Bitches actin shady like they wear a pair of Ray Bands
They say they love it, but they always gotta hate man
Yo that's the fucking definition of a fake fan
Of a fake fan, of a, of a fake fan
Yo that's the fucking definition of a fake fan
Of a fake fan, of a, of a fake fan
Yo that's the fucking definition of a fake fan
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