Check, check, check check, check
Uh, yeah yeah, yeah
Some of my favorite rappers switch their styles to be relevant
It's evident, they rapping for the hell of it and selling it
The money, they be smelling it. But money makes you blind, brother, on some Helen Keller shit
They become irrelevant
It's sad to say they no longer have any ounce of penmanship
It's up to me to keep that throne, living, goal setting
Gold digging rappers can go suck it
Dawg, I'm soul driven from within, that's why nobody could win against Lino Skywalker and his devilish grin
I know a couple cats out there that want to bring me down
Acting like it's really hard to find me in Koreatown
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What the fuck you mean you fucking run shit?
You know exactly where I live and you still haven't done shit
Levas can't live up to their lyrics
You know mine are always real every single time you hear 'em
What the fuck you mean you fucking run shit?
You know exactly where I live and you still haven't done shit
Levas can't live up to their lyrics
You know mine are always real every single time you hear 'em
If I'm not in Koreatown, I'm probably in Northridge
With my honey dipped, dwindling my money clip
You really think you have a chance against me? That's some funny shit
How you gonna tell me that you pack shows with whack flows
Acting on the internet funny, like you got mad hoes
How you gonna reach out to Linoskiii for a collab
And I don't like your shit, so I say no and you get so mad that you start talking shit but, used to be a fan, though
I said it once, as long as you be raw, so fuck 'em down, yo
If you don't meet those requirements, then I'm sorry, G
But I don't really think I should owe your ass an apology
Honestly, I think you should owe yourself an apology for not meeting the standards of the emcee that you want to be
[Hook]
What the fuck you mean you fucking run shit?
You know exactly where I live and you still haven't done shit
Levas can't live up to their lyrics
You know mine are always real every single time you hear 'em
What the fuck you mean you fucking run shit?
You know exactly where I live and you still haven't done shit
Levas can't live up to their lyrics
You know mine are always real every single time you hear 'em
I work hard to spit the way that I spit
I'm on my own tip, waiting for my chance to get big
And maybe I do suck at promoting my songs, but unlike you, I don't suck at performing my songs
Huh, you need a new route, homie, go make a better choice
You rapping for like twelve years and still haven't made some noise
It's not my fault I have a better access to marketing tools and barking the tunes that bring all you rappers to doom
I just want to know who, is going to be the next to go cos you can't bark in a tomb
And please don't think that your bars are as tough
I don't know why you think you're dope, you're mediocre as fuck
I'm choking a chump who thinks he can flow with the champ
I'm known for my stample of dope when I flow on the track, puto
And to be honest, I'm the whackest in my crew and I'm doper than your whole squad, and that's including you
So what does that tell me about the people that you rap with?
Means you don't stand a chance against the people I fuck with
You rappers make me mad as fuck, y'all make me outburst
Stop saying you're from L.A., bitch you're from the outskirts
I put my anger on this beat and I fuse 'em
And you might have better battles, bitch, but I make better music
What the fuck you mean you fucking run shit?
You know exactly where I live and you still haven't done shit
Levas can't live up to their lyrics
You know mine are always real every single time you hear 'em
Bitch wassup?
