I Hate This Song (But I'll Rap On Anything) (Remix)

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Everybody on Instagram wanted me to do this Young MA instrumental and I was like
"Man, fuck, this beat sucks, ain't no BandPlay beat, you know what, fuck it"
I can rap on anything y'all already know that
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Yeah, I'm running laps around the whole game
I'm Emmitt Smith a star stuck off in this cowboy
Raise a squall I won't drop this shit, I got hands like Troy Aikman
I don't even write songs I'm drawing touchdowns on paper
And everyone who said I suck now they DM me for features
And all these labels wanna sign me just to carry their people
While they take a portion of my money for bigger percentages
You can ask me anything but I don't diss 'cause my digits bitch
Momma taught me care and bliss and Daddy made me love danger
The day you steal my money same day that you meet my Magnum
I care for my family cause I am the one who provides
All you'll get from me is bullets if I look like a free ride
Country boy shit I'm hotter than some Cajun food
Underground like crawfish down in Parish's where Cajun's [?]
Got buddies in Terrebonne all the way down to Lafayette
And I ain't never made a move that I turned around to regret
Dirty south, dirty paint, dirty clothes, sturdy rank
I raise the bar up on these rappers like I always wear a cape
When I step up to the mic it's like I done it all before
It feels like nothin's new to me I'm living life just telling stories
Got dejavu like once a week it makes me question my life path
Have I done this all before in a time from my own past?
I don't know but I can't help but think that maybe there's a chance
That this is not my first time running wild across the land
I don't feel like a stranger to danger situations
Ain't scared to speak my mind no matter backlash from my statements
Born without emotion to fully fear fear itself
I'm a social studies book sitting dusty up on a shelf
'Cause I'm holding hella knowledge I gathered from crazy dreams of mine
People taking shots shit I'm bulletproof in Columbine
Break out every car of mine ran from the cops a couple times
But now I'm on the straight and narrow trying to stay between the lines
Got arrows in the line of fire that hella walls of my empire
I don't do all that beefing shit I'd rather fight a couple times
Taste each other's blood that's how the Illuminati does it right
Fuck your pentagram I'll stab your Satan with a jagged knife

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