Bar For Bar

[Verse 1: Young Liu]

I don’t wanna do the toast cause it’s our glass
Time flies like an hour glass
I am a solo artist and not the band named hour glass
Triple entendre don’t know how I did it
I don’t make jokes oh who am I kidding
Play your cards right like I’m a magician
I’m winning this game like I’m playing in a scrimmage
Don’t even test me I have complexity
I have complexion but that not necessity
I’m not on ecstasy, that shit is fucked up
Smashed a bitch and got fucked up
I’m on some Giannis shit and got bucked up
The world needs to get along
I used a Malu beat for New Cassette and now it’s one of my best songs
I don’t have fame but I’m still grinding
Have success and then build on it
I don’t even got a Snapchat, make vids where I rap fast
Vids that people will laugh at
Fuck you all get clapped back
I don’t even gotta fake shit
I take it, gonna break it like a bracelet
Or I’m gonna break it like a car pedal
Now you won’t ever go and say shit, yeah

[Verse 2: Young Liu]

This is bar for bar, no wack bitches
I’m in the cut like bad stitches
I have to clean your mess like house keepers
Let’s chalk it up like loud teachers
I let time pass just to pass time
I do that shit in my past time
Now the fam getting mad at me, and try to fill me in like cavities
Oh look my shows off
Now you tryna be another show off
Think you the shit like diarrhea, and try to steal all my achievements
Gotta put food on the table
But for now I’m chilling
My height is like my music, cause I need a high ceiling
I don’t even need you
You don’t even need me
I keep the streets clean
Like a sanitary crew
You already know what I do
This is that rap shit, this is that struggle
These are the people that won’t leave me humble
These are the people that keeping me subtle
Fuck it I’m bout to ape
Tired of these people that choosing my fate
Tired of these people that eat off my plate
The fuck are you saying
Nah I’m just playing, but really though
Try to get high when you feeling low
That’s like you mentioned a bumble be
But don’t even know where his bumble be
Some of these things just startle me
How could you even make fun of me
I make points of this fucked world
But you think I be living in make believe
Boi step on my turf
You get the worst
This is not football but you getting hurt
You better watch out, yeah, when you make fun of these weird kids
Just think about how you behave
Or you’ll have people like Eric Harris treating high school like a shooting range
That’s real