Bet On Your Bars 2 Lyrics

You can turn me up a little bit in the headphones Skinny

Yeap, right there perfect

Got to keep this shit in mind

Gotta stay focused

Way, whattup boy

You done gave up on your dreams three times

But got advice on how to reach mine

I'll decline

Crowds at your shows look like your high school reunions

So if I'm not included, I think that I'll be fine

They watch my videos and rewind

Closely study each line

Trying to find the flaws and the weaknesses in my design

Meantime, I'm showing Black men how to free minds

Letting niggas gossip like women in they free time

Me I don't have much of that

These rappers just a punching bag

I drop a tape, they drop a tape the plays they get I double that

Then I triple that, then I quadruple that

You still think these niggas hotter with your stupid ass

On songs all you do is brag

Bout how they let the ruger clap

Someone from ya own community be who you shooting at

You think it's a punchline Black man that's self hate

Need to meditate

Sit and get your mental health straight

Skinny say it's showtime

Rappers getting clothes lined

Start spitting gangstas throw signs

Niggas know that's it's go time

Been a hunnid yard drive

This music shit is a slow grind

You niggas had a co-sign

Got the ball at the goal line

Slow down

Really the artist you aspire to be

That write to the beat

And tell the world his entire beliefs

Desire and grief

Before me that my type was extinct

You just money and bitches like that's all to life in the streets

Rockford nigga, you a sucka emcee

And what you've done in six years we got done in six weeks

City gave em to you I think you done with them keys

Fuck niggas know I run the Eight Hunnid Fifteen

You fly in real life but a bum with sixteens

Rappin ain't for him tell your son to switch dreams

Or pointless hope leave em comatose

Take the auto tune off they songs got no soul or hope

Against them I'm invulnerable

Kill em I ain't culpable

Plant the seeds that make the culture grow

My throne comfortable

Try to pull me into beef when they ambition running low

I get to throwing thunderbolts

I'm Smaug when they wanting smoke

Wooo, his lungs is toast, once im done with bro

Gang bangers in the back screaming fuck em foe

Eight One Five, know I'm on a roll

Black Rabbit money mob we untouchable

Saying I got fake views

Is fake news

Can show you every stream, every person, every state too

I know it burn you in your soul that it ain't you

Your songs don't get playback

Tapes don't get play through

Nobody wants to stay tuned

Ya debut

Stemmed in Black self destruction nigga you a straight coon

Stay cool

Pick up that mic, run my fade fool

You been a fuck nigga since grade school

They always try to tell me rap is subjective

When they homie lyrics is basic but, camera aesthetics impressive

Be the same niggas read my status, listen to records

And think everything I say about em like they one of my exes

Way died that was the death of a legend

The aftermath showed me niggas got no morals or ethics

I'm the reason they threatened

I'm Tupac resurrected

Me and Skinny flexing

Need a check for the check in