Tannah, Myself and Me

[Text skladby „Tannah, Myself and Me“]

[Verse 1]
Sharpening my edge for a 180 days
I'm afraid to catch a case
Cause the katana that I'm clutching
Rhymes cutting, beat's hitting
Everybody hyped up
Niggas phony, niggas shady
Everybody piped up (Up)
Only thing I need is this katana
And this microphone (Uh)
On a killing spree, then I chill out
And I walk back home (Uh)
Y'all can't fuck with me
I'm a OG in a new body, new shorty
Only a little that you knew about me
New niggas (New niggas?)
I can't really fuck with them
New hoes (New hoes?)
I can't really fuck with those
Same flows (Same flows)
I can't really fuck with those
We be making progress
None of y'all can digest
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Step aside nigga you be ruining the process (Ruining it)
Spitting this nonsense, you be capping in your rapping, yeah (Yeah?)
Keeping it a hundred is the only thing I wanna hear (Hear)
Only thing you gonna do is disappear, reappear
At a 9 to 5 with a McDonald's cap, or Donald's cap
Making anything great again is totally bullshit
You either come back harder than ever or keep your lips zipped
Some of these bitches need to keep their pussy lips zipped
Body count of 18 before they reach 18
You making little splashes in the ocean
So what's the commotion
I'm sipping the potion
While you tripping and boasting
I'm flowing like water
From east coast to west and
I got my tequilla in one hand
The other too
Pull up on me like what it do
Haters gonna hate, fuck niggas too
Phone DND, I'm at the stu' (Prr)
Running my mouth
What I got myself into
My ego be killing me, damn
I'm just a fan of myself
Like Jesus or Moses
I either walk on it
Or I walk my ass through it (Walk my ass through it)

[Verse 2]
Claiming that you're rapping the dopest
Got me straight out of focus
First rap I wrote
Was greater than your magnum opus
First rap I wrote
I didn't even have a mic
First rap I wrote
I put my heart and soul in it
Put everything I know in it
I do it for the art of it
You be putting words together
Just to get some clout from it
We ain't even cut
From the same cloth
I'm made of steel
Ain't no interest in what you said
But you be talking still
Only good shit that you're making
Is what you steal
I would be a mass murderer
If looks could kill