LUCI AND PARIS FUCK THE UNDERGROUND!!!

You got the pistol packed up
But I think you cappin'
Laughing at the people telling me to stop rapping
I got [?]
I do not incriminate
Hang with your bitches here
Cuz I inseminate (on god)
Step like a native
I will not assimilate
See me in the neighborhood
Adding up to your murder rate
Stop it, you sound obnoxious
Your whole discography making me nauseous, (stop it)
I'm just making my paper like offices do
And killing these rappers like officers do

Bitin' up a bitch
I was thinking that you were Egovert
Crawlin' out the sewer
The underground make an ego worse
You wouldn't go for your favorite rapper
While they groom little girls
But their music is good
What the fuck does it matter, right?
(Uhh, honestly, I don't know, I don't think it does to be honest though, me either)

'Cause I'm not gonna fix this, just gonna talk shit
Thinkin' you're poor 'cause you're mad at my music
Actin' like a whole bitch when you bouta lose shit
Figure out the difference between rapper and abusive
Maybe your life is a movie
But you livin' life through a different screen than me
You lack creativity and the ability
No sense in killin' me
No sensibility
Really be sad to see billions of humans
No sense in humanity
[?]
[?] to come live in reality
This is reality
Make you feel like you important, you not (you not)
Man isn't proud of the wars he fought
Good luck when you forty
With all them tats you got

Talk about facts you think there's a popper
But rap like you aren't afraid to get shot
Talk about taxes, talk about rights
But go pay your rent
With the clothes that you bought
This industry is making me gay, (uh huh)
If wearing a dress makes you wanna eat dick ok-
This for you bro, we used to like Joey Trap
Just come out and stop the cap
Talk about fruity when your name is Trap
Now you prolly lyin' whenever you rap
'Cause I'm tired of the drama and the fake shit
Like you gotta get AK-47
Don't know where to aim it
Make your music
Want a payment
On the real we know you hate it
You so still
And so complacent
They're just starting
Turning basic

Brrr, brrr
Yuh, yuh, hahahahaha, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
(Oh my god, he switched the beat? What a fucking loser, oh my god I fucking hate this shit)

I never wanted to be like the rest
Rappin' and killin' 'til one day
I've been capitalizing my passion
Imagine what it is like being the best
I'm gonna sell the soul on my chest
For women to come in and invest in me
For you to think less of me
I'm making my music clandestinely
Packing it 'cause I'm packing the packets (uh huh)
I get a record while you make a racket (uh huh)
All the kids that were calling me faggot are sticking to me like a magnet of maggots
Ignoring the fact that I have what they have at the slightest modicum of talent, they have it
They burry the pain
They center the right
But if you need a friend to be in the defenser

Sounds like half of y'all trying to be next [?] Tokyo
Worshipping a Catholic
No, I did it and don't get it, don't get a like
Half of y'all underground rappers just pissing me off
Talking the heck of a rapper who's [?] their song
(He's not special just another Darkie rip off)
Do it for money
You dont make music for the art
Do this [?] 'cause [?]
It's a shard of broken glass from my home mirror
You cunt
Represent a fucking message, so the fuck do you stand for?
It's just a song put up on IG
Why you acting so hard for?
Can you just not be yourself or write a message in your own words?
'Cause that's kinda sad, always rap about the same shit
Act like there's not a new song
Daily that sound like you, bitch
By the way, wannabe, have you not heard of this thing called a motherfuckin' flow switch?
You just a decent lil' bitch
Comin' in that for
That motherfuckin' motherfucker loaded
(Uhm I'm uh done, uhm all y'all underground rappers suck uhm, and you can suck my fucking cock)