[Verse 1: Lunar C]
Yo, when I look to the game from the outside, couldn't get my head around it
Now I've got one foot in the door, I ain't tryna go back on the step, I'm 'bout this
Been doing nothing but tryna eat, now I'm growing bigger and bigger
Like a fat kid, I'm not playing, I'm going in for my dinner
Already told you I'm a Fly Tipper, we're never gonna rep anything but that
I already know but these kids up Maccies and not getting paid like my income tax
I'm a boss, doesn't matter if you back me or not
Still in the video with my hands on my cock
Winding them up like a jack-in-a-box
'Cause all their friends bop every track that I drop
The devil I pray on they're jealous and hateful
Separate heads from the neck if they're making
Any attempt in preventing my reign
Then Hell will be waiting a second away
Set in my ways, never will change
Still don't know how to keep my mouth shut
Every day I just get up and blaze
Still can't go a couple hours without bud
I ain't got time to be listening to all these rappers that hit me up, making me cringe
They come up and give me their CD right after the show and I just put that shit in the bin
Your favourite rapper's a faggoty fashion victim and a bitch, I don't listen to him
Na I'd rather put both my hands on the floor then go up on a handstand and piss on my chin
[Hook: Lunar C]
Spent your life tryna fit in then complain when you don't get noticed
I just do this for the music, I don't really know nothing about showbiz
Too concerned about co-signs or who I do or don't roll with
Just worry about your own fucked up life, I keep my mind on my own shit
Spent your life tryna fit in then complain when you don't get noticed
I just do this for the music, I don't really know nothing about showbiz
Too concerned about co-signs or who I do or don't roll with
Just worry about your own fucked up life, I keep my mind on my own shit
[Verse 2: Mic Righteous, Lunar C]
(Complain when you don't get noticed) Worry about your own fucked up life
(Complain when you don't get noticed) I don't know why you keep tryna fuck up mine
(Complain when you don't get noticed) 'Cause I be walking these ice-cold streets
Middle finger up like I won't bleed
Class-A for the life, Y-O-P
You man are more boring than the walk home
For you funny rappers, here's a poor joke
Here goes: pussy, you don't get it? I thought so
They don't get it like I'm talking in morse code
I ain't fitting in with these pussyholes
I'm the big dick in this porno
Tryna be the rock star, popstar, rap star, trap star
I just laugh at all four of those, Lord knows
I couldn't fit in with the cool kids in the cool club, tryna act like a baller
You just look like a gassed up prick even more so
Don't complain 'cause you ain't getting noticed and you just bought a whole new wardrobe
Don't bitch 'cause you ain't got your own shit
Calling out my name like I won't switch
[?] you just got your jaw broke
No heart behind your torso
You're just following the herd
Copying the verse
Sorry if it hurts
I've been counting, held back on the truth
Should've just told you I didn't wanna rap on your tune now you're acting like a fan 'cause I haven't
But fuck you
Mic check, 1, 2
Ctrl, edit, undo
Some advice for you MC's: Don't ever do a tune with me or Lunar C or Scrufizzer 'cause the [?]
Hate to double blame when you get that
Don't complain when I pop pop headback
[Hook: Lunar C]
Spent your life tryna fit in then complain when you don't get noticed
I just do this for the music, I don't really know nothing about showbiz
Too concerned about co-signs or who I do or don't roll with
Just worry about your own fucked up life, I keep my mind on my own shit
Spent your life tryna fit in then complain when you don't get noticed
I just do this for the music, I don't really know nothing about showbiz
Too concerned about co-signs or who I do or don't roll with
Just worry about your own fucked up life, I keep my mind on my own shit
[Verse 3: Scrufizzer]
Uh, man are coming and saying they're real
Don't mean he's banging a steel
[?] banging for real
All of my niggas are shoot
None of my niggas are loose
Never be chilling with yout's
Rather be spitting the truth
Really I'm killing the tunes
Then I be back on the road
And I be mashing the dough
Really I chat on the phone
Tryna get back on the road
So tell me wagwan
I ain't trusting none of these man, they're all fake
Looking at my own mandem like snakes
Hope I never saw you that day
They don't wanna be flipping out on my crew that day
How would you feel when everybody around you doubts you?
Didn't believe you was about to
Do what they didn't believe and now they're ringing your phone
Saying they're proud but they didn't ever shout you
All of a sudden everybody's coming and chatting like phones
And rudeboy I am chatting about you
Sneaking around but man have got too many hidden agendas
You're getting defenceless
And me and you had so many plans
Hop on the music but you really abused it
Real talk I ain't tryna diss man
But I would've went mad if I didn't distance myself
From snakes and girls
I went from weighing up weight on scales
Running from feds, don't wanna be facing jail
Don't wanna be caged in cells
I left that life behind
I'm doing music now and writing rhymes
So everybody get used to me
Scrufizzer and Lunar C
