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The F Word

 

The F Word


They all say that they hate pop
Radio's on—like, make it stop it
I'm looking to hit those airwaves
In my own ways to make jaws drop
A lotta these rappers won't survive
They got no drive like a tire popped
Like I just got buried alive, no lie
I'm in this shit till my heart stops
Who am I? You knew that
Catch me in your city like New Jack
On your front page like newsflash
Count the kid out but I've been back
These other kids, well, they been wack
Just now letting them know that
Whack wack rappers like a whack-a-mole
I be the only kid who made it out the Hole
Yeah, shouts-out to my hometown
Stoked to see all my haters frown
'Cause they used to be saying I'm wack
Now I'm on attack in the front, now they all got my back

They tell me, "Don't become the f-word"
But I put in the effort
Just know that this is all I work for
I think I wanna be famous, be famous
Where they all know what your name is, your name is
Think that I wanna be famous, be famous
Where they all know what your name is
Think that I wanna be

Fans tell me not to turn mainstream
But that's probably what the whole game needs
Won't lie, yo, I like to get high sometimes
But I ain't obsessed with my damn weed
Ain't impressed by your damn keys
Your "hi" mean its bitch in the damn needs
You're unknown and getting hoes?
That's your life? Ha! Quit please!
'Cause most the flows you spit ain't sick
Rhymes, punchlines, copy and pasted shit
Took a dope ass beat and you wasted it
A first grader's verse could replace yours quick
'Cause if you ain't on the radio
Find it hard to believe rap makes your dough
'Cause I'm in that shit, so we'll leave a note
Couple K fans don't make your pockets swole

'Cause all your cars ain't foreign
Your lives still make you boring
I use your songs to go to sleep 'cause your verses got me snoring
Your battle raps, I heard 'em all before
You couldn't do real beef, herbivore
Step up to me like you're hardcore
'Cause I'm in the building while you're at the door

They tell me, "Don't become the f-word"
But I put in the effort
Just know that this is all I work for
I think I wanna be famous, be famous
Where they all know what your name is, your name is
Think that I wanna be famous, be famous
Where they all know what your name is
Think that I wanna be

They say I'll change when I hit the fame
But I gotta get there in order to change the game
I guarantee when I'm popping that I'll stay the same

I think I wanna be famous, be famous
So they all know what my name is, my name is
I think I gotta be famous, be famous
Let them all know what my name is, my name is
Think that I gotta be

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