PROGRESS!

[Verse 1: Terry Kunage]
Still in my bag holding my check
I guess niggas got time to be on my dick
But I'mma take my time to process
My comeback in writing real shit you know I'm making progress
Sippin on elixr til my shit bursts
It gets worse when you picture me kicking your ass in a death match
The victor by the name of terry kunage with the homeboy trickster
These critics be like vampires aiming at my neck
I guess they wanna play hard to get
Say you flexin on me but I don't see no biceps
That means you ain't making progress
We two different people we don't share the same mindset
Stealing shit no wonder you're hanging out with pirates
I'm minding my own business like it or not
Reaching to my goals still make progress
I betchu a hunnid gs
You take shortcuts to get money trees
But I know you won't get a crumb from me
Hit yo fuckin knees bitch you ain't making progress
There's no such thing as freedom of speech?
This is hip-hop nigga go chill out with Linebeck
Little coward ass nigga I say what I wanna say
And I won't stop until I get my rest

[Chorus: Terry Kunage]
I don't give a damn what you hear
I don't give a fuck what you say
At the end of the day my nigga it's just lyrics
So let's keep it that way
I don't give a damn what you hear
I don't give a fuck what you say
At the end of the day my nigga it's just lyrics
So let's keep it that way (what you say?)
I don't give a damn what you hear
I don't give a fuck what you say
At the end of the day my nigga it's just lyrics
So let's keep it that way
I don't give a damn what you hear
I don't give a fuck what you say
At the end of the day my nigga it's just lyrics
So let's keep it that way

[Verse 2: Mortal Martian]
This is for keyboard killers
Who like to hide behind profile pictures
You gotta be kidding with all these takes
But where was that energy around snakes
When it rains it pours on all these snitches
I’ll crash out now just to burn my bridges
Take my umbrella before I get Britney
What are the chances that you could get with me
You’re wasting my time with your pitch
I’ll go Solange and make you my bitch
Stop trying to claim you’re a nice guy
When so many things have gone unaddressed
That’s the kind of lie that nobody buys
When everyone knows of your success
I exposed your family secrets
And apologized for your duress
But you think your fans are idiots
Read between the lines and take a guess
Now where’s your queen who was left unseen
That IG page is still left unclean
Left unattended while in the machine
I really hope you had a happy Halloween