[Verse 1: Rittz]
This rap shit ain't a movie
Online gettin' turned on by a bunch of male groupies
That said they gonna shoot me or do something to me
When they see me them imaginary bullets go through me
Ask anyone who know me in the rap game say that I'm cool
But you should watch how you pursue me
I find it confusing these dudes click on my dick so hard
It's like they grew a coochie, homie you canoeing
Up shit creek, a thick beef stew was brewing
You talk about it so much I wish that you would use your toolie
On yourself, blow your brains out, plus you suck at rappin'
If I was you I would do tattooing, you stupid
Thinkin' I'ma argue with you online
So you could try to get views boo-hooing
Talking shit about me and all I do is keep it cool with motherfuckers
Now I'm startin' to feel the hugest mood swing
If the beef wasn't with me why would you include me?
'Cause it takes a while to text you back?
So many rappers sittin' there trashing
They expect I'm gonna let them have
A feature for free and get so mad because I'm busy and can't do it
Really that's what all this 'bout?
I feel like I got so many enemies I cannot keep count
Even homies I grew up with are mad I blew up and wanna knock me down
But I'm like Rocky Balboa can't count me out
And I ain't dumb I've been around tommy guns before
But I'm not the one to be gunnin' for
And this is karma you started it shut the fuck up country boy
You disrespected me
I ain't tryna' say I've been a G
I'm just me I hate their negative energy
Somebody should've told 'em let me be
This shit is stress relief, the haters rest in peace, cause
This rap shit ain't a movie
Online gettin' turned on by a bunch of male groupies
That said they gonna shoot me or do something to me
When they see me them imaginary bullets go through me
Ask anyone who know me in the rap game say that I'm cool
But you should watch how you pursue me
I find it confusing these dudes click on my dick so hard
It's like they grew a coochie, homie you canoeing
Up shit creek, a thick beef stew was brewing
You talk about it so much I wish that you would use your toolie
On yourself, blow your brains out, plus you suck at rappin'
If I was you I would do tattooing, you stupid
Thinkin' I'ma argue with you online
So you could try to get views boo-hooing
Talking shit about me and all I do is keep it cool with motherfuckers
Now I'm startin' to feel the hugest mood swing
If the beef wasn't with me why would you include me?
'Cause it takes a while to text you back?
So many rappers sittin' there trashing
They expect I'm gonna let them have
A feature for free and get so mad because I'm busy and can't do it
Really that's what all this 'bout?
I feel like I got so many enemies I cannot keep count
Even homies I grew up with are mad I blew up and wanna knock me down
But I'm like Rocky Balboa can't count me out
And I ain't dumb I've been around tommy guns before
But I'm not the one to be gunnin' for
And this is karma you started it shut the fuck up country boy
You disrespected me
I ain't tryna' say I've been a G
I'm just me I hate their negative energy
Somebody should've told 'em let me be
This shit is stress relief, the haters rest in peace, cause
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