GOOD MUSIC 4 U

[Verse 1: Athena]
Smokin' on a stupid pack
My music makin' hella stacks
Be a stallion like I'm Big Mac
Your girlie want what you lack
Yea, she want my full pack
Makin' racks like it never ends
Splittin' up these dividends
Hand 'em out to all my friends
You could never do it right
I'm fuckin' on her all night
I'm the beacon, I'm the light
Smokin' violence, this a pack of fight
Screamin' "give me more solo shit", I just might, uh
Pansexual, hit anyone up out of boredom
Don't vent to me, bitch, I don't want your loredump
Not talkin' Fortnite when I'm showin off this pump
And I ain't ever fuckin' voting for trump
You a Reddit user, go an' dry hump, uh
I'm fuckin' crazy 'bout it
Smoke some putrid, get it lit
All these lamies playin' Pitt
Drippin' tap, I got the fit
Pop a lil' homie like a zit, yuh
You ain't gon' ever be like me
Got some real shit on me, ya, Louis Vs
But I give you good music for free, uh

[Verse 2: slimyman]
These Redditor ass hip hop heads
Keep their mouths running
Can't read their minds but they mad the queer kids making money
They can't move at my pace
If they could I do it harder
This is no race
But my ass is going farther
No martyr, just going through hard times
Can't contest my bars the best are just mine
I'm on my bad bitch shit
About to trash your “hits”
You throwing hissy fits
While I'm programming kicks
You should flip some crazy shit like the homie Quinn
Throw all those wack ass bars into a bin
I got big leaps in quality between drops
Higher ceiling fo' myself so the shit is top notch
T got a lotta confidence for someone who hates where they're at
It's cause of reassurance from people who are rad
I'm lazy as fuck, sit on my ass and watch Dragon Ball Z
But I'm awesome so you wanna be me, uh

[Verse 3: Sixthdagger]
Totin' the blick like a wand, lil' bitch
I'm a wizard I leave bodies grey like a prison
Shape keep shifting I'm walkin' around with my pack
So beware or you die by a blizzard
Tag shit, if I carry the paint with me
Like smoker I fight if you stand with law
If I say room, you in shambles
Don't got shit to hide, I'm like dot when i take it off (take it off!)
I throw up the seven, vvv, scare 'em off in a second
Count the time, if I show my capacity, big thief
You start prayin' for mary
6 shooter, cause it work with my name
Bad company, I leave 'em in shame
What if... keep quiet, like big Serket, I got metal in hand
Huh, ye, metal in hand
Huh, ye, livin' the dream
Huh, ye, fuck up a band
Huh, ye, bitch I'm a queen
Huh, look, I step in the place
Speed in that bitch, highway
Huh, I make sure my team well paid
Huh, I stay with a bat like Mae
Lil' bitch, breathe
You'll never see me wit a piece
If I see you and don't fuck witchu
I'mma claw at your face like a beast
This friend shit what I bleed for
I could never stand with the police
It's the fault of synchronicity
That I'm in the hot desert, sippin tea
Sippin' tea
In the desert, sippin' tea
You'll never see me wit a piece
Got a knife on me, Gregg Lee
Six

[Verse 4: CILC]
Uh, prissy ass whore from the suburbs
Drinking monster now my gut hurt
Got money in the back
Got like 16 tracks I ain’t even dropped
Cause I think they suck
Everybody tells me that I’m way too negative
And I agree
But bitch I’m also way too sensitive
Give me sounds
Give me masters that be peaking too loud
Give me reasons I should stay
Why do I feel thrown away
I got a little bit of sanity left
But I might lose it if I do not keep my vanity checked
I’m a jealous bitch
Bad person
Fucking shit
So worthless
Writing more
Mid verses
Thinking about hearses
More than I used to
Need to shut my ass up stop talking before I puke
She’s throwing up again
She’s throwing up again
I’m throwing up again so get your hands up fingers 10
She’s throwing up again
She’s throwing up again
I’m throwing up again so get your hands up fingers 10