Petty People

Nisbeatz on the track

[Verse]
It’s not a game it’s strictly business, I’ve seen this shit get vicious
I’ve witnessed careers diminish after a couple minutes of disses
Watch the summer’s hottest artists fall off around Christmas
Keep lying on a track, you’ll get exposed, and then you’re finished
I don’t lie, I keep it straight, so there’s no reason to debate
Just how many more tracks I need to drop until you admit that I’m great?
Maybe they’re just late, They don’t know about the beef I ate
All they do is choke and they’re afraid to accept their fate
Petty people frontin’ like they got a purpose, they’re all worthless
Competition’s full of clowns, like I’m in the circus
I ain’t preaching, I’m sending curses, And just putting y'all in hearses
Phonies won’t stop bitching, boutta get them all some purses
Soon all the hottest names gonna be begging me for verses
Got the work outside of churches, its a fucking Sunday service
When I’m faced with competition, I don’t ever get nervous
I just hit them with some bars way hotter than a furnace
Stop with all that bullshit about some guap you don't got
You say you’re gettin' bread but the safe says you're not
What's with all this talk about a Rari, you couldn't drive it in Atari
I'm sorry, but your fam should be on an episode of Maury
Rappers say they're back, but they were never even here
All these lies you speak will get you nowhere in your career
The presence of a legend just strikes your heart with fear
I can guarantee that you’ll quit by the end of the year
What’s a competition when the opposition’s steady bitchin’
My ambition is to become the definition of a true musician
Or better yet an artist, you know my flow’s the hardest
I’m getting closer to the title and you're still the farthest
Petty people tell me to quit because of my ethnicity
If a phony tries throwing shots then he better be missing me
I'm warning everyone in the industry, don't ever try dissing me
Or I'll hit you with that fire and turn your whole career to history
Right now I'm chasing a life full of fame and glory
These rappers are so corny, all their verses bore me
I really don't give a fuck about your life story
In this game I can destroy you all in any category
Why are all these other rappers so thirsty for attention
Don't ask me for a feature if you ain’t even contention
When you're old and broke I'll be picking up my pension
In a couple years, I'll be signing contract extensions
I suggest that you don't ever lie about getting booked
I suffered through it, and I'll never get back the shit that they took
You're a rook with no haters and you got no fans either
Ya boy threw you the lyrics, like you're a wide receiver
I'm writing the game’s hottest commas and semicolons
These rappers try to act real but every single bar was stolen
These hip hop trends start to sound shitty like a colon
I had to stand up and expose these fuckboys trollin'
They're so quick to use names, to hate on somebody’s game
But it’s shame that they get noticed even though their shit is lame
I feel like the top dog, compare me to a great Dane
Poodles tryna bite me, but it takes more to cause me pain
Why do people talk about numbers that they can’t even count
I’m not rich yet, so I don't brag about my bank account
I’m catching fraud’s red handed, they’re mad that I found out
A cosign would be fine, but I don’t need a worthless shoutout
Can't kick me when I’m down because I’ve never been below you
If you’re looking for real rap, then shut the fuck up and I’ll show you
To all the legend’s of the trade, I feel like I owe you
I'm bringing respect back to the game, no matter what I gotta go through
Every summer I spit hotter than some Florida weather
You know my flow stays hard, y’all soft like pigeon feathers
My clique stays the tightest, we’ll always stick together
Bouta pull some more Jenners, in my Cosby sweater
Give me some time and I’ll go platinum someday
It’s Friday and I haven’t been sober since Sunday
I gotta get up to continue the grind on Monday
I don’t need a gold phantom, you'll get rolled on in a Hyundai
Quit with all the gun talk if you aren’t really strapped
I text the bros in code cause I know my line is tapped
All these innocent pussies act hard in every single rap
That's the whole reason why I felt like I had to snap
Don’t ever make the mistake of letting my name come out your lips
I suggest you listen to my lyrics, and pay attention these tips
These bargain brand rappers will never come to grips
With the fact that their last track is the one that everybody wanna skip
Fake rappers always lie just to put on a show
Phonies taste the fame and become someone they don't even know
So if any of y'all got a problem with the way I spit my flow
You can cross me on my corner and we can go toe to toe