I’m A Singer Now

Intro:
I said I’m a singer now
Yeah I went pop my phone is always pinging now
But that don’t mean that I don’t know a thing about
Putting fake fucks in they place so now these shots are ringing out ringing out
Ringing out
Ringing out

Verse:
Fuck out my face with that
Wannabe earl stop with the basement rap
Bugs in ya brain that’s why you coming for the greats and that
An’t good for your character I think it’s time you face the facts
I know you jealous
The biggest look you ever got was meme rap let’s tell it
The straightest it can be because I know what you thinking
That that’s all you’ll get and your career is sinking
The people don’t know who you are you can’t stand it
You switching up the style and you switching up the branding
I ain’t gon blame you I did that shit too
But there’s a difference when the biggest song you have is still noon
Dissing the people that been giving you hits
What that say about you means that you ain’t shit
Should be grateful that Rohan would even feature you bitch
Only reason that we know you is cause you dissed him
Now you get distanced
And I ain’t Rohan I’m really bout that action
If you respond to this then imma put you in the past tense
Pilgrim punching up his weight praying I won’t blast him
Send em back to Plymouth you colonizing bastard
I don’t know why he dissing either
Cause I know damn right that this isn’t bout a feature
But I got a theory to why this fucker wanna speak up
Put out a trash diss and then try to get his streams up
So you dropped after he got 300k on a video
You just doing this for clout imma need you to admit it though
Had the track back in November and you said that on twitter bro
All of a sudden you dropping and then you coming at Kid Ro
You shit bro
Think it’s time for you to quit bro
You ain’t got no more tricks stop trading morals for clicks bro
The team is unbreakable you can’t spilt what is gold
And we out here while you getting left hanging bitch it’s cold
Ring ring Rohan calling you dude
Tryna peace it up but you a piece of shit and that’s true
Tryna tell my brothers kill themselves while you in the mood
Suicidal fucking music I hang you from a noose
It’s pretty obvious why you had a breakup with your chick
That good girl couldn’t take em and you a narcissist
If you all sad and sorry in the songs that you shout
Let’s see how sorry you gon be when all your secrets come out
I’m cooking up in mansion studios pop smoke in the wall
And imma fry you if you diss again so stop with the jaw
I’m on Broadway next to Hamilton Atlanta in fall
You in the basement in Canada your career staying small
I promise you not getting too far
Give the crackhead raps a break and maybe raise up the bar
So just like I said about my boys Amen and Ausar
If you playing bout my brothers you gon leave with a scar
Bitch