Really

(album: Smithy - 2019)

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Treat this shit like a game, get on my level
High as fuck while you down, we do not settle
Watch me cook up the bars like it's hot metal
And I'm cold, you can tell I'm a cool fellow
Don't forget who go up like a pull lever
Make your bitch give me brain and she's so clever
And I knock with the bass while you so treble
Eat my dick, you disgrace, hope it's all settled
In the chain of command and I still peddle
I'm a stone and you more like a small pebble
And I love how you mad like a small fellow
And you going out bad, that's on all levels
And I keep it one hunnid, I could keep it going and get in between like a marshmellow
When I leave, it's a drop like fall schedule
While I still make it pop like a hot kettle

Where they at? I come to attack
I get 'em on wax, murder on tracks
Know-it-all facts, never no pass
Smoking on packs, and we on fast
Gimme that, an unopen pack
We fill it with racks, I get in my bag
Keep getting you back, that quarterback sack
I feel 'em out stat, I'm peeling out past

And I'm still with that mallet to bash
I'm so fly, I just might have to crash
I'm the shit like you wiping your ass
And I'm smoking on weed like grass
We don't toke on the weed out glass
Stop sipping that lean so fast
I don't need what you need so bad
PEDs for the rap game trash
And I'm back with a mofucking anthem
Black bagging this shit like ransom
And these rappers pop up at random
Then you turn to the full-blown fandom
And you eat up that shit like candy
And I promise you niggas is cancer
With a grip on the cold of my handgun
While I keep it on lock like a password
Thought I stopped but I'm not even close
So you might as well jot down notes
'Cause I'm teaching you niggas the ropes
While I'm tuning technique like a coach
I won't die like a goddamn roach
I'm so dirty but slick like soap
I just keep on my grip tight throat
Then you die when I clinch my choke

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Uh, yeah, haha, yeah
Uh, hey, yah, hey, ayy (Uh), hey
Yeah (Uh), uh (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
My clique not gon' stop me (Yeah, yeah, watch this)
My clique not gon' end up stop me (Bitch)
Uh, yah

Full-blown menace
My flow change up, your's don't
I don't care how you stay ganged up
Cut-throat, that's the way I was raised, thank God
Full cult, that's a fanbase I gained on the go
I'm the GOAT, you cannot understand what I wrote, on God
I don't wanna talk like y'all sit far
I came alone while you still in the car
Spent two racks on a new computer
Just to make sure you're not on par
I spent the day shit-faced at the bar
You cannot face me or face God
Either way, face me, you'll face one
Open up, phase two, done phase one
Open up once more and just be done
I could just rip you, it'd be real fun
I could just rip you, it'd be real fun, pussy

Ha, ha, ha, ha, huh (You know who you are)
Ha, ha, ha, hahahaha
Hahahaha, huh, ha, hahahaha (Hahahaha)
Huh, ha, hahahaha (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Huh, ha, ha, Fukkit (Yeah)