Fan In Denial (F.I.D.)

Look at this nigga, little bitch can't rap
You white! Motherfucking bullshit
Fuck outta' here with that shit

Baby you got me confused, with one of them other dudes
Under their breath mumbling, shout out to Spitta I'm crumbling
All these haters that want it homie I keep it a hundred
Never fronted while you stunting acting like you hate it but really want it
I swear to God when they're talking shit it just make me smile
'Cause you ain't no hater my brother just a fan in denial
Every time that you hate on me I get stronger when risen
Judging these lyrics by my skin homie that's racism
My mamma white my daddy black but ya'll don't even listen
Judging by only what you see that's artistic division
And in the end creates an intellectual collision
But if you listen to my words then you would see my vision
But that's enough on that subject homie I'mma keep flowing
On the tour bus, four of us, the weed's blowing
But I ain't smoking, I'm just writing while homies toking
Playing this game until that shit is broken
Fucking with honeys 'til their panties soaking
Feeling victorious, hella glorious, my story is gonna be depicted by
Me and my team as warriors that did it big like Notorious
Haters talking shit gon' get the goriest of verses

Yo, that shit is whack yo
Man what the, man that shit was weak yo what the fuck was he talking about, everything he said made sense
Man, that's some bullshit
I mean, I mean you can't say much you know what I mean like yeah he spit you know what I'm saying like
His lyrics is good and you know, he kill it with the flow but, man that shit sucked though, yuh