[Verse 1]
You crackas outchea need to stop
You crackas shittin' on litterbox
You rappin' bout me but you square, like some fuckin' cinder blocks
Everybody tryna be a jock, I scold 'em, tell 'em knock it off
I don't ride no BMX, but I'll make a cracker bunny hop
Real ones where we belong
Why it's us they hating on
They don't wanna see us prosper, bout to see us go beyond
I ain't boutta carry on, but tell them crackers carry on
I'm bout to take flight, I keep it on me like a carry on (Okay, okay)
[Verse 2]
Shit crazy, I peeped your true colors, you just like the leaves
Ain't no Labrador, jit I'm a mutt, but I will retreive (Grr)
I don't think that I could be your dog, cause I'm a mixed breed (Hey hey)
One thing about the rest of them and us, big difference in between
[Verse 3]
H-how the fuck you hatin' on a jit, but call it criticism? (How do you do that tho?)
Most of these lil' people rap just to prove they really drillin' (What the fuck)
I ain't never go to class, I was with the dropouts filming
First I started spitting freestyle, in a whip with Meek and Dylan
They told me I got wordplay, I told 'em I'm just kidding
But shit done hit the fan, and I realized I wasn't kidding
They say they from Broward, Cooper City, where the fuck is that? (Where the fuck is that?)
These crackas tryna ride my wave, but I don't do no piggybacks
Up at night, I'm making moves and shit like an insomniac
I think that they think Lil' BLP a fuckin' maniac
Oldheads tryna tell me what to do, they ancient artifacts
It's not genuine, it's cool, got shit, so I don't interact
You crackas outchea need to stop
You crackas shittin' on litterbox
You rappin' bout me but you square, like some fuckin' cinder blocks
Everybody tryna be a jock, I scold 'em, tell 'em knock it off
I don't ride no BMX, but I'll make a cracker bunny hop
Real ones where we belong
Why it's us they hating on
They don't wanna see us prosper, bout to see us go beyond
I ain't boutta carry on, but tell them crackers carry on
I'm bout to take flight, I keep it on me like a carry on (Okay, okay)
[Verse 2]
Shit crazy, I peeped your true colors, you just like the leaves
Ain't no Labrador, jit I'm a mutt, but I will retreive (Grr)
I don't think that I could be your dog, cause I'm a mixed breed (Hey hey)
One thing about the rest of them and us, big difference in between
[Verse 3]
H-how the fuck you hatin' on a jit, but call it criticism? (How do you do that tho?)
Most of these lil' people rap just to prove they really drillin' (What the fuck)
I ain't never go to class, I was with the dropouts filming
First I started spitting freestyle, in a whip with Meek and Dylan
They told me I got wordplay, I told 'em I'm just kidding
But shit done hit the fan, and I realized I wasn't kidding
They say they from Broward, Cooper City, where the fuck is that? (Where the fuck is that?)
These crackas tryna ride my wave, but I don't do no piggybacks
Up at night, I'm making moves and shit like an insomniac
I think that they think Lil' BLP a fuckin' maniac
Oldheads tryna tell me what to do, they ancient artifacts
It's not genuine, it's cool, got shit, so I don't interact
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