shut up Lyrics

Everybody better shut up, did I stutter

Life's at the end and start up, like summer

Beat sliced up, cut up, like butter

Competition getting smothered, they undercover

Everybody better shut up, did I stutter

Life's at the end and start up, like summer

Beat sliced up, cut up, like butter

Competition getting smothered they undercover

You want attention, but you don't get it

You keep flexing, and you'll regret it

You'll know I meant it, when after the sentence

I decide to end it, no excessive message then shut up

So shut up, please, so stuck up, geez

Never trip over my words never muck up, and freeze

Better run away flee, get tucked in to sleep

Cause slumping enemies, number one quality

I see the hate, that seeks the fame

I ain't afraid, to feel the pain

I have just came to play the game

I ain't gon' claim the fakes are great

I feel the same as other lanes

Off the plate, already ate

Take out like 50 states

Fake-out like I'm Jake-out, Fake-out

It's an outtake, don't include the take out

It is foul play, you know I can take fouls

They are now shamed, the people from the playground

For some reason being proud to hates looking ok now

Pride, is the new world order

Animal activist, decreased the worlds slaughter

Tryna think to the future, to my son or my daughter

What gonna change, what will I have told or taught 'em

About the past, before they were around

Everything, I can think of before I pass it down

Think I am kidding, tryna be a class clown

They already fed up, can you shut up now

So many stories to tell, that might never get told

In the lyrics of an album, that might never get sold

Or off the top of the dome, that I never had wrote

Got generations ahead of me that's ready to scold

Everybody better shut up, did I stutter

Life's at the end and start up, like summer

Beat sliced up, cut up, like butter

Competition getting smothered, they undercover

Everybody better shut up, did I stutter

Life's at the end and start up, like summer

Beat sliced up, cut up, like butter

Competition getting smothered, they undercover, ay

Piano keys, drumbeat, plus the ground rumbling

No mumbles, or fumbles, level up from being humbled

Take a sample of my ramble, light it up just like a candle

Spitting through my teeth like dental, hidden meanings they all mental

All the hidden jokes they go over your head

Do you really not know, do you not understand

How you only get to toast, after getting some bread

Always deliver when I post, call me the mailman

They're right, they're wrong, it's all about opinions

Either fight, or you run, it's not just a decision

No bite all bark, it's the point they be missing

But just understand the words of the song, and listen, just zip it