BEAT ON A BRAT Lyrics

We just hit record once again

Gotta

It's CRB

Back on you bitches

Stop playing with me

He a baboon on his monkey business

Dancin with a spoon

What a funky witness

What you get?

Banana split of your banana bread

You're not an artist or your own brand

I fade martyrs, with my two hands

Just a shadow in your own group

Your worst offence Your future plans

Worth 50 cents and a headband

Can't even sell out a show, I bought front row

Played your cards all in one go

Tryna be buddy buddy while I slow roll

Dope in your moniker

Be smokin crack

So outta pocket

Boy, It's comin back

Vomitin words you haven't heard

So you can put em on wax

That's what you call a dope track?

Average Joe with a Budden career

Give you three years, disappear

You smokin pesticides

That's why you got our brains fried

Ideas and independent seas

(What is this boy talkin about)

No fees just to sail a stream

No business creeds

Cuz all you sell is dreams

So many snakes in the grass

So many snakes I amassed

I'm eatin off they heads

So they run in a flash

I'm cleaning all the weeds

I gotta run it back

I gotta run it back

Boy I run it back

So many snakes in the grass

So many snakes I amassed

I'm eatin off they heads

So they run in a flash

I'm cleaning all the weeds

I gotta run it back

I gotta run it back

Still run it back

Is you looking or you just passin by

Served dinner past yo bedtime

You a winner hangin with sinners

Bendin for past

You a nerd with a wreckin nerve

To diss me (Huh)

I give birth to pussies

You mimicking (Yea)

It's a pantomime

That's how you pen a rhyme

No substance in your braggin lies

I don't believe what you sayin

Trap artist, but you fucking playin

Glorifying, played to your strengths

So it makes sense

Turned a passion into a livin

Just to pay rent

Live free in your head

Antisocial g

You depressed

You eat shit like it's fast food

You just workin in a fast food

In your music, go fast food

This ain't art, it's just fast food

Eat shit like it's fast food

You just workin in a fast food

In your music, go fast food

This ain't art, it's fast food