‎verdict

[Verse 1]
I didn’t make this beat cause y’all not worth it
Everything y’all say yeah I’ve heard it
I’ve heard everyone’s fucking verdict
So stop acting like I’m fucking perfect
That screenshot wasn’t from my music bitch
It was just from the fucking pre-save link
Y’all said take your time and think
Every time that I’m on the brink
Then y’all go behind my back talking shit
Saying that those 50k streams must be a glitch
Yeah I bet those other 100k must be too
Fuck y’all dudes, change up your attitude
Y’all don’t even know what a monthly listener is
So stop talking shit when I’m down and out
When you’re the ones creating doubt
And then you’re wondering what the fuck I’m mad about?
Not gonna lie you kinda had me laughing there
Y’all can keep on saying “that’s not fair”
Wanna talk shit at least do it right
If you wanna have me crying every night
Kinda funny that y’all where mad about Lethal
Which only contained a couple lines about you people
And after the beat switch y’all ignored it
That shits fucking evil
Y’all say you care but then you don’t
Saying all the shit that hurts the most
Making me wanna go savage mode
But I ain’t even 21 though
I told y’all I was sensitive there we go
Y’all fuck me up and then my mood implodes
And then I get another fucking episode
Then I make some songs and upload those
I’m not gonna say names no more
Because they’ll know when I’m talking about them
When they read this it’s obscure
And now they’re getting overwhelmed
I’m going ham on you bitches
And I even don’t care that much about the digits
“You show me every minute how much streams you got”
That’s because I wanna proof that I can rap prodigious
Like I’m actually vicious, my raps are nutritious
You’re getting it twisted this ain’t vision
Imma do this shit like I’m on a mission, this my ambition
I’m cooking fire and y’all can’t even reach the kitchen
I don’t know if y’all watch vixen, but I know y’all watch a lot
Watching 80 videos in not even a month
That’s 4 video’s, every night at eleven o'clock

[Verse 2]
Fortunate that I have these pair of eyes
All my senses intact to escape to my paradise
In order to practice self-control, I need to be by myself, alone
I can’t help it though, feeling like I'm lost looking for a home
Sunshine or snow, going through the process to being grown
It can't help but show, that the older I get I don't care to be known
Rather watch the show, under the sun, moon, and stars sitting on its thrown
So many pretending to be different when all I see are clones
I either get in my zone or I listen to what others condone
I dream for myself and think for myself with what's called a brain, I've got my own
Saying little and doing life well done with no pink in the middle
So they want some beef?
Guess they should eat more chicken
Get out of my kitchen or else I'll through em' in the fryer to watch em' crispin'
Sounds like a riddle, make em question me
I'm not so simple, gon' have to double your recipe if you want to underestimate me, understate me
Trying to serve me on paper playing, debating what I'm saying, thinking it's all funny like I'm your Ecstasy
My Paradise needs no referees who want me to stay quiet socially, doing big things vocally until I no longer live stress-fully