inglorious bastards - idk young j. lyrics
[verse 1:]
people been plotting
with mouths full of cotton
i been tryna pull my own weight with no spotting
it ain’t no stopping imma stay popping
people listen close, when i speak, they eavesdropping
imma be topping all the charts
while i’m dropping all the bars
staying sharp like some scissors
till i hang with all the stars
i’m on top of sh*t, i got smoke for n*ggas like cigars
bro was tough, now he talking to the moon like bruno mars, ugh
it ain’t no defense against the sh*t that i dispense
yeah, my grass is greener, ain’t got time for n*ggas on the fence
i got h*lla mass, it ain’t surprising that my rhymes is dense
stamina for days, i’m not the kind you run a mile against
thought he was the future, got corrected to the proper tense
y’all ain’t on my level, i’m not bragging, this is common sense
all that “can he rap?” sh*t, is over soon as i commence
when i drop a verse, i gotta tell producers “no offense”
[chorus:]
man, this sh*t is gettin bad again
it’s gettin bad again
i’m boutta make the haters sad again
man, this sh*t is getting bad again it’s getting bad again
he boutta* ugh, yo
[verse 2:]
stunna been dope, you just newer clientele
know i got the gas, don’t need no pack in the mail
said he was my cousin, but he doesn’t ring a bell
n*gga thought he was related to the goat, like a gazelle
it ain’t possible that anyone as capable as me
bring your greatest verses there ain’t no debatables with me
i’m unshakable, don’t no rappers find my sh*t relatable
they tryna be the goat, for me? that status is vocational
tryna build a mansion, you a shanty rapper
on this sh*t and going dumber than a anti*vaxxer
n*ggas steady in my shadow, i galanty rappers
turning half these rappers into anti*matter
been the illest in the game since i was the age of twelve
had the heat, so i was never scared about going to h*ll
chess games, i’m chasing checks, yeah i’m a king and they can tell
all these other n*ggas knights, cuz they only taking ls, n*gga
[chorus:]
man this sh*t is gettin bad again
it’s gettin bad again
i’m boutta make the haters sad again
man this sh*t is getting bad again it’s getting bad again
he boutta make the haters sad again
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