Effort

AABEATZ

I been rapping over lots of beats
They call me double A
Always coming at you with the heat

I been writing hella songs
Infinite material
Yet I’m tuning out of cereal
It’s like a man without breakfast
He put in no effort
They said I got no bars
But I’ve been even getting better
It’s takes em twice the effort
Made a sandwich pass the cheddar
I’m getting clever with my game
Hungry for the fame

All jokes aside
I’m about to come at you straight forward
Put your pride aside,are you ready for the ride?
Do you want to testify
For the greatness I apply
Working hard so I survive
My intuition,I’m the illest bitch

It’s double A with the dinero
Lots of niggas jealous
So they call me a culero
Driving in the Beamer
With this flow I’m getting cleaner
Thinking about the next move
People know that I’m a schemer

2nd in Command

I been beaten and bruised
Suffer defeat as an elite when I lose
But that jus teaches me to beat all their ruse
Man, I got Brian, I got Grim, I got David, I got Austin
I got people seeing me wondering “How much a feature costing?”
Well, yo Ricky, it’s a cold 50, flow so cold
Y’all go so bold, but fold like y’all are Woah Vicky
Shit keeps on turning the best way, it’s like magic
And I always recall people who said it’d never happen
Yeah, you think I forgot? All of the jeers and the rolled eyes
Said I’m on the spectrum and my pulse would’ve flatlined
Well, it’s bout time that I got my fucking props
This ain’t no regular show, and that’s because I got no pops
That’s because I’ve jumped from home to home
My skies were always monochrome
The country sides, I roamed
And that is why I spit it off the dome
That why I made my album, why I pay for reviews
Man, I already lost everything, I got nothing left to lose

Imma make it or die trying, I’ll sweat for fifty cents
And ride in fifties benz, already told you no new friends
Cuz I refuse to prop up some woodwork bottom tier
They all know palm trees could never grow around here
Man, fuck your incompetence, I’m a legend in the works
Have you begging when this armageddon reddens you, your hurt
So get ready, cuz the shots we shoot are more than just confetti
And you’ll know me as the general, and not just Eddie
Imma keep up my lane, imma make a million tapes
Because the chances that one pops is something I cannot evade
I will not make a new mistake, I will persevere and shine
And repeat my mantra 4 million more times:
“I’m a king, I got ego, I will never back down”
This be facts now: got rappers on my tracks now
Moved past SoundCloud, I’m a voice of the Gen Z
I’ll say it again: YOU CAN NEVER END ME