[Intro]
Walk on by, girl
Make believe that you don't see the tears
Just let me hide the tears and sadness you gave me, yeah
[Verse 1]:
Uh, Lets Go
I feel like the last in a sport, that is after the torch
There's some actions I was asked to enforce
I have to resort to rapping with a lack of remorse
Like a polo man from the back of a torch from the back of my Porsche
Blasting you dorks, every songs about fashion of sorts
Glasses and shorts, and spending cash on a massive resort
And that's fine, go ahead and flash your Cadillac and a Porsche
But if you get asked about the cultures past give an accurate source
And that's the ignorance that these industry bastards endorse
And the masses support, now the rations of real passion are short
Go back to the start of the track, I said that rap is a sport
And if you don't practice you shouldn't get a draft to the court
You're crashin' the course, the cultures tugging backwards and forth
Its unbalanced and that's why I'm turning this track to a corpse
If talking won’t work then ill blast till your sore
Smoke you like a pack of the ports
And lift your body like a package from storks
But that’s it in short
Hey Yachty, I’m not seeking any beef with you
You seem pretty neat if I meet you I’ll have a drink with you
But if I’m playing heat through the speakers id never think of you
And I can’t think of a single song that I like that features you
Now don’t take the words that I’m speaking as disbelief in you
I wanna see you reach to the peak, ill jump out my seat for you
But each of you, know exactly which heat that I’m preaching to
And I’m putting it all out cause I know the damage that secrets do
A week or two, ago I went to XXL
Recapped the cypher that y'all did and I said "what in the hell?"
How did we go from Em, Nas, Jay the Puns and the L's
To having a class of rappers with bars so underdevel-
Oped, it sucks, but that don’t count when its coming to sales
Outside the rap part let’s talk about becoming a male
Because how you say you've got a chopper and some guns on the shelves
As some bright blue colored Chanel covers your nails?
Man this is no Chill
Mercy and love are feelings I don’t feel
See this will give everybody's phone that galaxy note feel
And if I get provoked I’m looking through the scope from remote hills
To put hot smoke in your throat like you're overdosing on oatmeal
And every single note that I wrote is dope and the GOATs will
All respect my approach and know for sure that there’s hope still
So folks, heed the quotes that I spoke till the goal is fulfilled
Think I’ll quit, but I won't ill push forth and poke through the force fields
I’m so real, I knew that I was a legend before Will
I was told that you’re supposed to just grow from the things that don’t kill
Everyday I spit flows with my bros in an automobile
So even for those who don’t get it, so? cuz i know that most will
There’s no deal, that could make me change to your concepts
On Complex, they said that rappers took out the contest
So I feel like now’s the perfect time to start my conquest
Salute to the rappers who spawn next
Beyond Blessed
(walk on by)
To everybody that contributes to the cancer in the culture I just can't let you..
(walk on by)
And just ruin it, man my life was saved from what music is, what you thought I would...
(walk on by)
And say nothing? Man you can get killed over your assumptions you might get hurt as you...
(walk on by)
Homie this is no chill, Justin Freeman has no chill
