Rapping From My Closet

(album: Buried Alive - 2021)

I just try to stick to myself (Yeah)
There's too many snakes in the grass (Too many)
Too many fakes in the game (Huh)
Many two-faced men want holes in my back (My back)
I just wanna write my raps (Yeah)
And retire my mom and my dad (My dad)
So excuse me, please (Yeah), I'ma do me (Yeah)
And you can get the fuck off my back! (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh!)

Yo, I'm almost to a milli' and I made it without spending
A single cent on the pay-per-click AdSense
Other rappers wanna say they didn't pay for their promotion
But I got papers that say that shit's a fat fib
Now, I don't know if rappers diss me on the low
So they can brag to their friends that they dissed me and I didn't even know
But you can tell by the tone that they know
That they don't stand a chance if we go toe-to-toe
But I digress this, why stress this?
Lions don't concern themselves with sheep, why test Crypt?
Boy, I'm on fire like a tire in a wrecked pit
Try and blow out my flame, boy, that's a death wish
It's become a common misconception when I rap it rapid
People think I'm babbling about nothing
But I'm saying twice the stuff in half the time
You complain 'cause you tried and it came out sucking
Fuck, every day back on the same topic
When this gonna stop? All this dissing is nonsense
I would rather work together than to bitch about it
Get up on a record with me, spit it, then we'll get a crowd
To sit around and listen to us spit, and then we'll get a tally
Of the better-sounding spitter, it's simple, let's get it now
Go count it now, I guarantee that you will see
That all your votes ain't even close to equaling half of the votes for me
What a scheme that was, all this shit is so fun
I'm just rapping 'cause I'm happy, you just wrapping 'cause you lunch
And I'll eat you up, like I always do
Another fat joke, but it's oh-so true
And I can't help but do it, so go review it
And go focus only on that and not the soulful music
Upload your stupid little hopeless review, bitch
And hope it grows to get beaucoups of views, it's
Sad that these people wanna talk shit when they never met Crypt
'Cause I would befriend them, but
Why do I expect nothing but respect from these specks
Of the rap game? They're nothing but dust
You and I both know that I'm better than most
And your whole career is a bust
So, gimme my rose while I can smell those
And I'll go ascend to the Son
This the last time that I will address it
All these negative comments, you know I have an ill obsession
Suddenly, when I rap about my depression, I sound like NF and that's
A definite way to discredit all my messages
I'm sounding like me every time I'm on a beat
Stop comparing me to others, and then maybe you will see
That's no disrespect to Nate, he's one of the greatest in the game
But the second you take away that I'm rapping about my pain
I'm gonna snap and go insane, 'cause I dealt with it on the daily
Maybe think before you say this shit, or begin to speak my way, ayy
Album reviews just came in
"Tales From The Crypt" got a three out of ten
A guy told me that I rap too much about my dead
Grandma and that I sound like a bitch
Wow, some of y'all have no soul
She was my best friend, but she didn't even know
That I made a lot of dough from spitting infinite flows
Even though some of y'all say I stole a bunch of those
But when I ask you what I stole, y'all don't even know
'Cause I never stole shit but the heart from your ho
Man, y'all lost it, this is nonsense
I'm on the way to blow up, y'all watch this
I just turned down a six-figure deal
Fuck trying to appeal, I'll keep rapping from my closet