Stickmane - Confused

What's the world coming to
Man I be so confused
These rappers stunting on the tube but they ain't paying dues
And it's okay to lose
But you losing nothing but respect
You be rappin' for a blue check but what did you expect
Go reflect
On your purpose and the reason you alive
Analyze
What you focus on and how you spend your time
Realize
That you holdin all the power to decide
And apply
All this knowledge to your self and to your lives

I'm Sick and tired of the same shit that click click
That Bang bang the same thang that keep on replayin'
Talkin bout all ya bitches and how ya lay game
Talking bout extensions ya got up on ya AK's

Faking
And ain't shit changing
Tick tick tock
All the time bein' wasted

Saying you the greatest
But the greatest speak the truth
And I know that you gon' hate it
But your unoriginal

You never gonna make it
And man I hate to say it
You pretty washed up
Like the clothes that you be hanging

You go and act tough
Like you rep the shit you claimin'
You better back up cuz' I know that u ain't bangin'
You talkin' about your franklins
You never had a job
And you actin' real dangerous but you always been a fraud

Shootin' up in cod
But you never shot a gun
Imma bake you like a bun
Got the heat I'm like the sun

There's a reason I'm the one
Cuz I ain't the one to play with
I'm never with the fake shit
I'll dodge ya like the matrix
I know you really hate it
I do this shit for fun
Imma pull a hit and run
Stack it up I got the funds
It's Stick Bitch

Stickmane standing tall like a tower
Power
Call me 50 cent but I'm a dollar
Flower
Always got the green it be sour
Holla
If you want some smoke gun powder
Howard
Stern mothafucka like lightning
Frightening
Mothafuck a rolly cop a breightling
Tightening
On a fucking roll it's enlightening
Whitening
Up the game who gunna indite me
I might be

Coldest in the game it ain't fair
They want me fucking dead they want me put me in the chair
They listen to what I said and acting like they ain't hear
They trying to get fed but food it be looking scarce

Get ya bread up
Boy go getcha chedda
Or some mozzarella
Maybe even some feta

I be getting fed up
Plate it be looking full
And I ain't never got let up
I be aiming for gold

Just Listen to what you told
Boy go listen to ya momma
I ain't with the drama
I just want the guala
I just want the dollas
I ain't never gonna fold
I'm heatin' up like a sauna
Tank it be lookin full

Exactly what you been told
Exactly what gonna happen
Cappin
All you mothafuckas think you rappin'
Slackin'
Never 10 toes you a has been
Lackin
Take a step back I'm the captain

IM THE CAPTAIN NOW!

Written by:
Tyler Vidor

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