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tell me - backwordz lyrics

i be yg rippa; used to be the moniker
an honorable mention it was
but now i seem to sign up for other things
eric, rippa, you get either one of ’em
when i say i’m no longer playing, i don’t mean the carnival
y’all softer than cotton candy
sweeter than a funnel cake
i’m knowing that you gonna hate
but tell your dad his son’s a fake
i steady grind from sun to eight
i’m talking eight the next day
that’s why you getting lapped
and i’m already on my next pace
gone, and i’m shot calling alone
like jerry jones or jerry sloan
i’ve never feared a scary moment

and i’m up on it, the opportunity is golden
but you should hold up if you’re thinking i’d fold up, dawg
metaphorically my b-lls bigger than the trump tower
or the eiffel one, and you ain’t gotta like it once
i’m itching for success like a head that got the lice in ’em
and this is elementary since 10 i’ve been ciphering

i ain’t never had n0body tell me that i would fall and they were right
and i ain’t never had n0body tell me that i ain’t never put up a fight

this track is aimed at the lame cats
that can’t rap but want to claim that the kang’s back
come on, all i see is clones, homes
i’m saying that you drones can’t rap;
spitting whack, singing the same cr-p
i’m not liking you. it’s the truth that i might be rude
dang quit biting dude, swipe or no swiping dude
and i mean right now, as weak as you might sound
but like an underground water tunnel, you need to pipe down
and it’s so r-t-rded. it’s like y’all get together in booths
just to see who be spitting the most garbage
and after that, y’all pick the ones that speak the most trash
cosign him and sackride him until his nuts crash
what’s that? who gave these people a bus p-ss?
i’m p-ssed, i’m agged, plus mad
somebody put a muzzle on him
need to shush that, hush that
people don’t know what’s good or what’s bad
y’all done confused somebody making the latest moves
for somebody that’s actually spitting and has paid his dues
i’m aching to move. steady slaying these faking fools
not debating to dumb my raps down for the sake of you
nowadays since rap is no longer talent based
that’ll make people completely forget the database
and it baffles me
so i’m here ridding the rapping game
with insecticides like it’s rapper raid

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