145 stars ft. Kabin Lyrics

I'm mad at the beat

It's screaming at me you hear it?

Shit for lyrics

Shit for brains

You think I'd fear it

Some simple fame

Think again

I'd have to be plain, stupid, dumb

You think I do this shit for fun?

Music pulled me up

Not some useless slut

What that fuck you do for fun?

Toting guns? Acting like you're running up?

Thugs keep they knuckles tough

I'll scrap any man

And if I lose

Hit the booth

Write a track, I'll out rap any man

My livin' proof

Let your fingers hit the roof

This the shit to get you

Bobbin' your head

Like I got a bomb strapped to my chest

You better like what I said

What I laid with the lead

Or you're playin'

Your days are numbered

I'm captor when I'm rappin'

You'd think it's cumbersome

Are you fucking dumb for fun?

I don't want you wondering

Summer I'm going number one

While you drunk and fumblin'

I don't need you running your mouth

This album I ain't fucking around

You're liking my sound

And how I just keep typing it down

I'm ruthless

I might just grab this mic and lose it

Music

Kept me down

If you think I'm elevated now

Shit you should've seen me when I was 12

A nerdy, skinny, white kid

Quiet, find him sittin' in a corner

Binder writin'

Now I'm kinda hype that

I did life a little bit different

Cause now it's rhymes that I'm twisting

Female behinds that I'm hittin'

Teacher's bitchin' telling me to mind my business

They have no time because my mind is missing

I love Prince

I bump Sublime, but I love spittin' and so

Now I'm back with the flow

Smashin' the floor when I rap

It's not practical, it's Cole

I'm fuckin' whack

So here's something to vibe to

Ride to, get high to

You can even slide through

The drive thru to my tunes

Count the beat and not the fuckin' bars

Me and Kabin worth at least 145 stars