Truth Jones - F.Y.M.

You should sing instead of rap
Fuck You Mean
You not hood enough for that
Fuck You Mean
You too honest in your songs
Fuck You Mean
Ain't got shit to dance along
Fuck You Mean
Fuck You Mean
I'm not into hearing poems
Think you mixing up yo roles
You ain't never gone get on
Fuck You Mean
I'm tired of the bullshit
No chi town
Everybody talking hood shit
I'm not here to make friends y'all
So you miss me With that full clip
Think you doing something Rapping over lyrics while Performing live aint proving Nothing it's just pure disgusting Please go home
Work on your craft
End of discussion
And do the math
Or give it up
10 thousand hours
Ain't negotiable
Put ya sweat and blood in
Yea
The way I switch up the flow Niggas Think that
I'm a Swiss army knife
Don't know if I'm a pop a cork
Or use the file to sharpen my lines
Rhymes
Honestly I'm probably
The nicest nigga on the beats
I Crack a smile while hitting
Niggas in the head with wizardry And then repeat
It's a cycle
A vicious one
I just begun
Won't stop
Until a motherfucker get enough
I'm serious this ain't a bluff
I might go (Michael)
Meyers, Tyson, O Jackson
With the glove
When I bite down on mics
I spit out the ears and never run
I'm a psycho therapist
And ain't one that you can Compare the kid
And I'll be damn
If I ever really take an L
Cuz I will prevail to savor it
You should sing instead of rap
Fuck You Mean
You not hood enough for that
Fuck You Mean
You too honest in your songs
Fuck You Mean
Ain't got shit to dance along
Fuck You Mean
Fuck You Mean
I'm not into hearing poems
Think you mixing up yo roles
You ain't never gone get on
Fuck You Mean
Steph Curry of this rap shit
Light skin assassin
I don't fit the part but god damn
I'm smart with green eyes
And this music shit is on my Genes like logo art
So I'm pulling up from 30
I'm a shoot the shit
Then hit or miss
I'm still that American sniper
Like Bradley Cooper is
I'm too legit flexible like
Simone Biles
When she do the Splitz
I'm tired of mumbling stumbling Over beats
It's crumbling
The intelligence of younger seeds
So they look to me
With some degree of savory
I got sauce
Dripping on and off me
So I'm slippery
When wet type chemistry
When I'm surfing beats
It's honestly
Unfair
For anyone tryna compare
If your name ain't Eminem
J. Cole Royce 9 Joyner
Big Sean or Tobe
It's a chalk line
You should sing instead of rap
Fuck You Mean
You not hood enough for that
Fuck You Mean
You too honest in your songs
Fuck You Mean
Ain't got shit to dance along
Fuck You Mean
Fuck You Mean
I'm not into hearing poems
Think you mixing up yo roles
You ain't never gone get on
Fuck You Mean
You should sing instead of rap
Fuck You Mean
You not hood enough for that
Fuck You Mean
You too honest in your songs
Fuck You Mean
Ain't got shit to dance along
Fuck You Mean
Fuck You Mean
I'm not into hearing poems
Think you mixing up yo roles
You ain't never gone get on
Fuck You Mean

Written by:
Daniel Jones

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