T-Shelt - Admit That

People love to throw shade while under an umbrella
But I'm a getta sunburn cuz I ain't no dumb fella
When I fire at rappers I aim at ya patella
Weed out grains as a pro carry oats, flagella
Had to nerd out before I spazz and blackout
I be upfront while y'all in the background
Putting my foot in the door I won't accept a handout
Using voodoo where ya love to hangout
I write in all caps but speak in lowercase
Once I'm done ya won't wanna show ya face
When I'm on the track ya wanna slow the pace
Cuz ya can't hang once I broke the wave
There's no killing my momentum when I go forever
It's like I hit the jackpot without pulling the lever
I'm like bringing the Beatles back together
My status is what everyone including ya measure
This won't click even wit Adam Sandler's remote
Cuz ya can't comprehend what me wrote
These raps are the only thing to which I devote
And I'm not gonna stop until I'm the goat
That's why silence of the lambs is needed
Cuz I'm keeping to myself till I succeeded
And takeover for the greats that proceeded
Which is gonna make things get really heated
Like a beef between two heavyweights
Which started cuz of some messy takes
By these critics that come wit envy traits
And won't stop till the fucking levee breaks
If I confront ya then ya gonna plead the 5th
I'm not somebody that'll feed the myth
But that's the things that helps breed ya filth
So I'm taking back my shit and don't need a Sith

I'll admit that, I hit that, and quit that, then split that
The mishap, a quick nap, the bitch slap, to fix cap
No mismatch, just this batch, a six pack, of diss tracks
The big bag, is a rich gag, for a dishrag, called wig tracks
I'll admit that, I hit that, and quit that, then split that
The mishap, a quick nap, the bitch slap, to fix cap
No mismatch, just this batch, a six pack, of diss tracks
The big bag, is a rich gag, for a dishrag, called wig tracks

I just put a bullshit hook between 2 long ass verses
Wait I stole that from Eminem, I'm nervous
Give me some time and I'll be snatching ya purses
And doing a square dance wit wordsmiths
My purpose is to do what the beat say do
Ya worthless and equal to the grass dew
These curses gonna make ya pay what is due
And the surplus makes sure ya number deux
As soon as I release this ya can't erase this
My one hitter quitter will sucker punch a racist
And I don't think y'all understand what a raid is
Cuz we spraying roaches till we wonder what ya race is
Whenever ya play this ya gonna be afraid
Like a snake in the grass catching a blade
Tryna to continue playing ya little charade
So that I had to come and rain on the parade
I'm my environments favorite product
I'll never live life like tomorrow is promised
I'd rather die rich then never earn profit
I've turn to philosophize like anew prophet
Remember to be careful what ya wish for
When ya get here ya have to pick which door
Behind one a new life, the other a witch whore
So will ya go yard or are ya gonna whiff more?
They say practice makes perfect but perfect is impossible
Ya gotta be the runaway train that's unstoppable
And ya gotta do any tasks that is optional
To show ya are better than anyone who's probable
People think they can be Marry Poppins
Acting sweet and nice like cherry toppings
Eating up these tall tales like some fairy droppings
But ya in the danger zone so call Kenny Loggins

I'll admit that, I hit that, and quit that, then split that
The mishap, a quick nap, the bitch slap, to fix cap
No mismatch, just this batch, a six pack, of diss tracks
The big bag, is a rich gag, for a dishrag, called wig tracks
I'll admit that, I hit that, and quit that, then split that
The mishap, a quick nap, the bitch slap, to fix cap
No mismatch, just this batch, a six pack, of diss tracks
The big bag, is a rich gag, for a dishrag, called wig tracks

Tik tok, big cock, hip hop, flip flop
Disc jock, lip lock, tip top, drip drop
Tik tok, big cock, hip hop, flip flop
Disc jock, lip lock, tip top, drip drop

Written by:
Tyler Shelton

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