FAKEOUT

[Intro]
(Yoseii)

[Verse 1]
Give me a second to competition, gettin' gutted (wa)
I'm off of the charts, you can't bring me nothin'
[?]
You is not like me bitch
We is not like-like shit
Don't try to compare my flow to a nigga who could never [?] like this
Nigga, that shit ain't it
You try to copy-copy
Did you hear what I say?, [?]
Gotta empty this folder to clear a boundary
Cause I needed my space back
All you rappers need to go and face facts in this bitch
Lets keep it a buck
I keep me a band tucked in my pants
I'm finna shoot, nigga where your mans?
He tried to uphold, but he can't
He tried to uproot me and plant
He gettin' beat, leave his roots red
He isn't me, tryna be, can't be but I'm on up in this hoe

[Bridge]
(Oh my god, you suck)
Talkin' bout Brody, I'm [?] crackin' a pole
Should pass out the plate, let Spence re-sow
You messin' with [?], we blastin', you know
Fuckin' way that I'm bout to stand off for this [?]
Lookin' back at your steps, you ain't findin' a goal
Switchin' mediocrity with quality gold
Keep talkin' bout [?], I'm whackin' your hoe like, what?

[Verse 2]
(O-o-o-ow!)
Is all you talk about me being me?
No, nigga you suck
So I can't even speak on- (Aye-aye!)
You-you-you-
Your music is mid and it's making me-
"Uhh", What do you mean "Uhh"?
Pose for the cameras buddy, this gon' be a nice one [?]
[?] to his grave, he ain't doing nothin'
Said sum'
Thought that he would act but he ain't shoot nun'
[?], turn into the fish, just to prove sum'
Tape two, bouncin' out yo bank, is you broke huh?

[Verse 3]
Sittin' in the shade, you ain't gettin' paid
All these niggas sold
All these rappers late, bitch
Gettin' associated, doin' you shit
Computer typin' isn't gettin' you clicks (Click)
Postin' makeup with your bitch, she bent
Breakin' her back when I'm in her, destroyin' her inners
I'm literally in her, twistin' guts around when she callin' me, [?]
The way that I'm in her, I'm basically better already, the way I've been gettin' beginner comments
Man, I gotta be honest, I'm so dishonest
Tryna sell me the truth, say you livin' profit
But I'm not finna fall for your tricks, bitch
Tryna diddle me, I'm not a kid, bitch
I've been rappin' way before a check hit
You been rappin' just to go and pay rent
I been rappin' just so I can say shit
Say shit, I'm finna do
Drip [?]
[?] on a beat, nigga not you
[?]

[Outro]
Somebody need to teach y'all niggas how to rap, I'm out