Slit The Throats Of The Naysayers

Hypebeasts sayin that we sound like someone when we don't mane
These kids are fucking cancer but we stay up in our own lane
I'm not throwing shade I'll pay my homage where it's due
I'm just here to point out that these kids don't have a fucking clue
Who is you? Bitch you new.. I've earned my stripes I've paid my dues
You think you know the underground just from watching interviews?
Styles get recycled like the paper from a bible you can't understand this concept cause these people are your idols

I got nothin but respect for the the ones who came before me
But all these kids that's talking shit is really starting to fuckin bore me
Bitch I been about this shit, bitch I started back in 09, motha fuck a co sign I'd rather get my own shine
This song is my response but other than that bitch I got no time
To sit around and entertain these pussy's that are online
Say it to my fuckin face but don't get mad if you get snuffed this Shit gets fuckin real when you leave your screen quit actin like you tough

Pistol packin, money stackin we ain't got no limits
Stackin digits bitch I'm vicious fuck your bitch while you fuckin listen
You a cuck bitch, fuckin lil punk bitch fuckin getcho wig split, brains all on the curb bitch
Rope em up and throw his ass inside the motha fuckin trunk
Talkin all that shit but now you actin like a fuckin punk
Ditch your fuckin body in the woods where no one fuckin goes
Record it on my phone and send it to your friends so now they know