AFTERNOON BREAKFAST

[Part 1]

[Verse 1: ilysm]
Whatever they talkin’ about, I don’t really care
Sounded bored as hell and think those numbers isn’t fair?
Brodie ain’t got no bars
Those punchlines aren't SSRs
And my pull rate ‘bout as high as my fire rate, you ain’t gettin’ far
Lookin’ at my bank account got big Os like goatse
They talkin’ so much shit on ily but they don’t even know me (I swear)

[Verse 2: sor uh]
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Still talkin’ my shit ‘round the clock
I ain’t give no fucks best you runnin’ some block
You a little ass boy got no cash you could cop, bitch

[Verse 3: ilysm]
Look, we made it with no middle man
Big strap gon’ punch a hole up inside your middle, man
Turn him into ravens they gon’ walk nevermore
If thеy pull up, up, give him more, give him morе, give him more!

[Verse 4: sor uh]
Ayy, ayy
Step in my waistband
I ain’t giving my shot up for waste, man
I don’t care about no talk on my name, man
Keep that shit out of your mouth if you know what’s best
Just a week on your tracks hitting from your chest
Little fuckboy
Little fuckboy talk too much
Got 10k views ‘cause he vibe too much
Do you love yourself?
I’m hearin' not too much, yuh

[Part 2]

[Verse 1: ilysm]
Aye, like it’s P3:FES
Boy I burnt my dread and got out of my head
And y’all should really do the same since I’m getting sick of seein’ y’all
Posted on my timeline, paying for the limelight, ugh
And I don’t mean to stall!
But they was hatin’ on my ass before I went off the wall
Now they acting like my friends when I ain’t talk to them at all
Pussy now it’s on sight, step out my divine light!

[Verse 2: sor uh]
I don’t feel wind or grass in the neetpack
I don’t interact on twitter and they see that
I don’t need no middle man
I don’t need no bitch made prick tryna tell me which dick that I should diddle man
You got less potential than a new Minecraft LP
Sayin’ you make waves while you drownin’ in them (help me!)
Understand quick little bitch I’m war
I got big big dogs and bet each one loyal
Baby need a middle man
Baby want a cosign
Baby you should worry ‘bout if you were at the gold mine
Nobody will give a fuck about you and your lack of racks
I could bet my life you’re bullshittin’ on all your tracks
It’s too easy
Please stay predictable
Please stay sleazy
I rap about the racks and bands I don’t make
But I know between us I make the most cake, uh

[Outro]
To be continued?