Triad ft. Rookslife & Bad Karma Lyrics

It's been a few minutes but I'm back now

Running laps round most you people in the game better watch out

Heard a rapper drop my name what he tryna gain

Cause you can't sound hard when you sound pretty gay

You talk real big for a guy so small

Ain't talkin bout muscles cause I'm talkin bout balls

You wanna be me won't happen at all

I'm long gone you're in a car that's stalled

Uh yeah venom in my veins don't call me batman cause bro I'm bane

You know it's gas when I'm spitting propane

And I light up anybody who be getting in my way like yuhh

I'm dragon born see so the bars I drop have intensity

And I'm levelling up bro you know what that means

I'm saying I would kamehameha ya bro please

Yeah yeah everybody sound the same

I'mma take em all out like a bullet to a brain

Bang bang bang now they lying in grave

That's six feet down where the songs should stay

Y'all sound like politicians always talk a big game never follow with it

Always talk about lanes but you're never driven

I'm a quarterback dawg cause I got da vision

Yeah yeah spitting straight facts

Never goin miss cause I'm way too cracked

The pen game good and you know it never ever lacks

Shout out to the team cause I know they got my back like ah

Not afraid to speak my mind

And I'mma speak my truth in a world of lies

And if you feel triggered then you're the first one to die

Cross me the wrong way and you won't leave here alive

I get that you ain't been happy with your circumstance

Tryna bend the truth about yourself kinda like rubber bands

couldn't give a UHH if you been tryna say your girl's a man

Bigger fish to fry besides the one that's in ya boyfriend's pants

Backpack rappers wannabe Shady's

Writing lyrics in the closet hopin they can see Hailey

Spending hours in a dictionary honestly maybe

You should go write a fuckin book instead of busting to lyrics daily

And cumming to stupid phrases and touching on topics basic

The white rapper starter pack buncha lil Marshall babies

So like a rhyme find a rhyme write a rhyme oh

You bite a rhyme bitch yo fuck a rhyme hoe

Cuz you rhyme but you ain't put a bar in it

So the bar go down like ya streams do

When we rap you can tell there's a Stark difference

Cuz I'll go down if I killed you

Yeah I'm gettin bitter again I guess it depends

On what I'm writing with I'm strokin clits with the pen

Then Strokin a neck with inky swipes and flicks of the hand

I'm killin you man and every single one of your friends

I'm uppin the lens like glasses in hand that used to magnify ray

Glass is used for sippin on the ice cold gin in the back of a benz

With an armrest in a dark sense I'm an artist

Who don't give a damn bout where the car rests

I could name a hundred rappers that I'm better than

But I know no one wants to talk about it

Yeah that's fine

I just started already feeling just like a veteran

It got me thinking that this year sums up

My whole life

Everybody tryna be another Carti Yeat or Eminem

I'm imminent not Eminem so get your facts right

Everybody worries bout the place I was beginning at

That's how I got away with where I was last night

I'm gonna snatch the mic I'm part barbarian

Rook with a book an pen and I start scaring them

Tearing through pages and swearing raging

Preparing for flaming you lames and whatever game that you're playing

Whippersnapper rappers making silly decisions

Distorted I'd rather flipping listen clippin

I'm sick you bitching even thinking of dissing of me bro

You musta been wishing you dissing like a whispering hoe

Gonna count to 3 cause you bout to be thrown off the balcony

This is first degree murder

Undoubtedly leave you sound asleep

I know your bound to weep so it hurts to breath further

You grave wishing but ain't that deep

I had you pegged you for snake but you a straight up sheep

You been clout chasing an cloud chasing

I don't who you think you outpacing

I'm out pacing enraged by your statement yea right you wish

Your ish so basic cold hard truth bitch face it

Sting you like a killer bee it's killing me

Listen to ya in little leagues

Distorted your diss didn't do diddly

Literally make you wake up and have an sudden epiphany

Cuz rapping ain't for you I'm out here bringing the skillet heat

The skill in me you couldn't land a punch

My agility's way above your ability seriously disappear

Cause you half witted but I'm sick wit it when I spit lyrics

You can sit with it for a quick minute

But won't get it no poetic flow pathetic

Made yourself a bed and foe now you're bed wetting

It's just I'm way better factually I implore you to stop

In fact actually get back to me when your balls have dropped

So I can kick you in the sorest spot

You're moron here mourn ya loss