Sound pound Daniels gone

Im okay with being underrated
But slated off to the side
By all these goofies i can't take it
Just save it with all the bullshit
All these mother fuckers saying
You praying for acts of miracle
Your skin i fish fillet it uh

You got a problem boy why don’t you come and say it
Been sick and tired of trying read these minds they contemplating
And raving on bout success when we all know you fucking playing
Bitch the only fucking taste you get is lying with your patience

Bout your background
And how your sound ground pound the bass round
Lost found
This music helps me realize my life now
And you fat clowns
Use it as a tool to build your kid crowd
Jump out
Im hopping off the stage and into the hell hounds

I dont owe you shit mother fucker
Asking now a little late mother fucker
You get crushed blood sucker
Ima tick and you a flea little nigga
Spiting poison in your skin mother fucker
You get ripped mother fucker