Taylor Lyrics

I sit back with this Mac in my lap for attack

With a sack of a pack smell just like an ass crack

Had no food on my plate

So I had to be great

And y'all can't relate

But you still seem to hate

I just can't imagine

Sitting on my broke ass mad at someone cause the money they stacking

You see what I'm packing

You know I ain't lacking

If not then pull up if you think that I'm acting

I'm not with the fake shit I'm not with the hating

I'm not one to take shit so don't test my patience

Used to say I ain't shit now they love I'm famous

Karma will fuck you in the anus it ain't gon be painless

Used to watch his videos on MTV

Now I'm bumping beats and lyrics by me

And I just can't believe it kills me to see

Me growing up and Eminem turning shitty

I'm like a weird uncle play with me you get touched

He keep talking big time he gon get rushed

Fuck her till she walk with a limp needa crutch

I'm getting money no such thing as too much

They address me as pedal cause I come in clutch

I'm no bitch you'll get clapped you accuse me of such

Yes I get money but all of it's hush

Leave white shit in her throat like she got thrush

Can't no female make me cry like these dabs

Pull up flexing how come I ain't got abs

We might got issues my chain he won't grab

Cause he know I'll pop his ass like a tab

And I ain't gonna trip

But you jus might slip

In my fucking drip

Glock that's on my hip

I take me a rip

Off of this zip

My Dick she gon grip

In between her lips

When I was broke I wasn't shit to them now they brag they knew me

Dodge fake shit like it's bullets and I'm the matrix but this ain't no movie

And when I make it to the top you know that the top is the same place my crew will be

I beat the lil bitch's kitty up like I'm committing animal cruelty

Lemme tell you what it's like when you rap being white

Not a person in sight to see what it's like

When I'm spitting on the mic and they tell me take a hike

Because of what I look like no the weight on my shoulders ain't light

So I just hold tight

Pray I'll be alright

But I ain't got no fight

Nah that shit up and left

Right along with my feelings start to think someone committed a theft

Got the glock to my left

Pop it off till I'm def

We out in the field with no ref

And we working to death

Whether that be slangin tree or some meth

U jus gotta stick to what you do best

Yeah that's what they tell ya

They don't mention feds catch you once you labeled a failure

I gave him smoke now he needa inhaler

22 in the clip like I named the Glock Taylor

Like I named the Glock Swift

Getting cheddar no swiss

When I shoot I don't miss

She gave my dick a kiss

Soon as she seen my wrist

Cause it's hard to miss

Same with all the THC flowing through my piss

I'm out of this world like Paul I ain't talking bout Chris

If I start imma finish I ain't calling it quits

I'm a genuine person as real as it gets

I'll throw the bitch out I ain't dealing with fits

I'll buy a new car I ain't getting no kit

Shoulda named me Dee Watkins I'm a bad ass jit

Now I'm throwing all this money on a bad ass bitch

When I dropped my song that's a bad ass hit

Little did they know I done had that shit

Now I pull up to the bank where my bag at bitch

Only real ones with me we can't have no snitch