Next Season

(альбом: Gunz x Bars - 2022)

[David Bars:]
They never thought I'd be here to take it this far
Foot on the gas like I don't have no brakes on my car
Bar for bar, they trying to borrow my style
Forget next season, foot on they neck season right now
I've been nice since I started
Fully-automatic clip, I never miss my target
The aim's accurate so the legends is backing it
I'm running this and none of this shit happened on accident
Really living what I rap, homie, I ain't just rapping it
I'm one hundred like them hundreds niggas be stacking with
Blue faces, new faces, ain't no clothes inside them suitcases
Same niggas with me from the jump, a couple new faces
Been about it, bro, behind the wall, he fighting two cases
When he come home, we take a trip to see some new places
There's more to life than just trapping and things
And we ain't even see the half of them things
Plaques on the wall, I'm going Platinum with things
I'm not a rapper that sings
I'm Mike Jordan back-to-back with them rings
And I don't lack anything, I mastered these things
Masters of ceremony, the master who mastered it
Now it's hard for them to ignore me
I just ball me, that's another story, ain't got nothing for me
Hollow tips in the chamber, I deal with guns like I'm Cory
Empty the cartridge right where your heart is
And if I miss your chest, it hit your head
So irregardless, I empty the clip
And charge back against the wall, it made me work better
Rap is like crack, it ain't coming to me 'cause my work better
I'm from the Bronx where it's birthed at
The same place where my moms got her purse snatched
And still kept her head up, stay in your lane
This ain't for fame and I ain't gon' let up
And if you fall down, you better get up, it's Bars

[Cory Gunz:]
Bruh, give the little nigga his ball back
I was involved in all that shit before rap
You lucky you just came home and your door clapped
Talking Borat and all that snitching like his jaw tapped
When I was more lax, I'd throw an axe at your thorax, I ain't been on that
Lately I've been on my nomad 'cause niggas no good
And these sistas could be so bad and still be no good
Type of shit that get me so mad, scenario stood
I don't think you should get no bag
If you ain't worth what it cost with it on you, that's a whole flag
I'm from 174 and Vyse by you know ave'
They be acting nuts, but they ain't got the gonads
I got blood on my hand, dear God, I know that
Move with strategy, not emotion, I had to grow that
Niggas used to think I was fronting, I had to go back
Niggas used to think I was bluffing, I had to show that
Niggas used to think it was nothing, I had to go tax
You ain't gotta believe me for nothing, nigga, go ask
I came up fresh, came up stressed, came up, flexed
Came up less, regardless, I came up blessed
Wake up, stretch, push-ups, it ain't enough sets
Roll up, smoke, write shit and wake up deaf
It gave me shit, I turnt up and gave fucks less
The way he spit, burn stuff and make bucks stretch
I do this for niggas who probably never faced luck let
It's for niggas who had ups, but ain't touch net
This for niggas who going pain upset
This for the diamonds in the rough grinding who ain't get they name up yet
Everything about the fame ain't great
Close ones'll criticize and try to say it ain't hate, wait