[Intro]
This is dedicated to all those critics
All you social sites
All you WiFi gangsters
Talk shit about this!
Fucking Bitch
[Verse 1]
I took a turn for the worst again, for stickin' my neck out for another friend
And this is what I get for being too nice, people wonder why I'm a fucking dick
What you would do if you had the world
Watching every move that you make up for
And everywhere that you went, you got a bitch tryna get you to admit it's stitching for attention, damn
That's the price of fame
I sold my soul into a ball of flame
That ball of flame is what keeps me lit, spill my heart in every bar and every line I spit
When that camera clicks and they're snapping pics, this is everything that I'm mentioning
This is the moment, I'll never let go of it, ready or not I'm about to take over it
Paparazzi, snappin' shots
Kamikaze, droppin' bombs
Family first, millionaire, debt reverse, heir to the chair
I reign supreme in every genre, stackin' that cheese, no lasagna
King of the jungle, Mufasa Mufasa
No worries for me, Hakuna-Matata!
Droppin' on the beat without a doubt or referee so need a piece up on a piece up on the mother fuckin' brink
You better think before ya blink cause I'm about to fuckin' swing hittin' everything I see in front of me, don't fuck with me
I'm killing every verse from the first word to the last verb, I'ma pass church like a bastard pastor
Last chapter, Mr. Mathers, wordest rapper, for the sake of crackers to get the last word
This is dedicated to all those critics
All you social sites
All you WiFi gangsters
Talk shit about this!
Fucking Bitch
[Verse 1]
I took a turn for the worst again, for stickin' my neck out for another friend
And this is what I get for being too nice, people wonder why I'm a fucking dick
What you would do if you had the world
Watching every move that you make up for
And everywhere that you went, you got a bitch tryna get you to admit it's stitching for attention, damn
That's the price of fame
I sold my soul into a ball of flame
That ball of flame is what keeps me lit, spill my heart in every bar and every line I spit
When that camera clicks and they're snapping pics, this is everything that I'm mentioning
This is the moment, I'll never let go of it, ready or not I'm about to take over it
Paparazzi, snappin' shots
Kamikaze, droppin' bombs
Family first, millionaire, debt reverse, heir to the chair
I reign supreme in every genre, stackin' that cheese, no lasagna
King of the jungle, Mufasa Mufasa
No worries for me, Hakuna-Matata!
Droppin' on the beat without a doubt or referee so need a piece up on a piece up on the mother fuckin' brink
You better think before ya blink cause I'm about to fuckin' swing hittin' everything I see in front of me, don't fuck with me
I'm killing every verse from the first word to the last verb, I'ma pass church like a bastard pastor
Last chapter, Mr. Mathers, wordest rapper, for the sake of crackers to get the last word
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