BTB - Generation Z (feat. Saint T) [Remix]

I felt so bad for the guy
But this time I'm not bound to reply
Gimme that beat
Get wrecked
Go thrive
And I'm giving off heat like sun to my life
That boy told me I can't do grime
But I'm bringing out flows that'll make you fly
Look at me talk my shit
And I got my creps blacked out like a midnight sky
Kill em with the riddim that I'm spittin' for the feeling
So I tell em that I'm living and I'm bigger when achieving
And I'll get em in a minute when I'm bringing self believing
And I wanna spit fast, never last, never leaving
Saint T BTB with the flames
Bars so cold like ice in the veins (Whats that)
Your brain's gone frozen again
And I broke this beat like breaking a chain
Kill em with the bars that they can't comprehend
Coz they ain't complex no need to pretend
Said it from the start I'm the best in the end
So don't try rhyme if it's now and then
Here's Saint T not turned eighteen but I've still got bars that I won't ever lend
Ask for a feature you've gotta pay coz you won't played if you ain't gunna spend
Felt so bad that you ain't got P's
Coz I felt your pain and now I'm pleased
Mans at the top and I ain't gunna leave
Coz it took so long and now I've achieved
Took the piss but I rap with my G's if you ain't got bars then leave
Please
Ain't got time for these neeks
Flying to the top the bees knees
We are the best
Never look back and fuck all the rest
I am guy with the dark knight flows
Make loads more then I get up and go
I'm gunna grow
Then let you know
When I'm sat at the top
And I spend my dough
Shoot like katniss
Arrow and bow
Spit my bars and
The blow go low
Grab the mic and I spit so hard
That you might think I've got an illness past
All these rappers said I didn't spit fast
Just showed my lyrical, creative bars
Music is a race and I can't come last
Coz I'm already half way there, head start
Feel my words coz I rap from the heart
Painting a pic, my tracks are art
(Yeah, Yeah)
I don't really care what they say to me
Hit em with the left, right pray for me
What pray for me
No pray for him (Yeah)
His rhymes too weak, they paper thin
Imma climb to the top won't pay for him
Don't give me that smack talk now coz I know you're gunna pay to win
It's Saint T baby
I'll be spitting bars in 2080
Ripping you apart at the age of 80
Call me weird and you're right
I'm crazy
Mental thoughts, It's a war like daily
Smart quick rhymes call me slim shady
I've been on my grind lately

Written by:
Bradley Taylor-Briggs, Reece Tyzzer

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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