CRUMBS Yarden

CRUMBS

Shut up and listen when I rap
Lyrics ensnare niggas, that's why they call it TRAP
Your girl's hands busy, that's why her booty clap
Talking bout the shit that you do, nigga this really sad
Coz your righteousness to me, is Like a filthy rag
Trying to act like they Jesus... Tryna bring me back
I'm dead to niggas, so better live with that
I'm killing anyone in my lane, hope you keeping track
Keeping track of everything I say
Mehn I'm on the way
To murder rappers like im getting paid
Yeah, it's fucking great
To spit bars than chocolate
Make this early rappers late
And kill beats and be "oh sorry, Dr Dre"

You niggas breaking hearts, and I'm here breaking record
Always been number one, only my clock can give me. seconds
Im the only rapper who don't fw fake rappers fucking faggots
, I hope you niggas get this fucking sermon


Nigga,sit your ass down
Can't you see im speaking
You Can't top bars
Fuck where ever you been drinking
No relationship with these niggas
Or that shit be prolly sinking
I ain't got time for yall
Bout to blow, listen it's Ticking Ticking