MC-Coy - The Cut Off

Cut off those around me like to keep my circle small
I got 50 hours weekly I be talking to the wall (To the wall)
Now when people hit me I don't even take the call
If you said you bet against me I would say that I'm appalled (I'm appalled)
If you used to hate on me just know I kept receipts (Kept receipts)
Said the game was full well then I'm jumping through the crease (Through the crease)
I been dropping bangers every time that I release
I got fans from Argentina out to Italy and Greece
Still nobody in my city wanna recognize my work
There's some people I would work with but they need to hit me first
The criteria for me is can you massacre a verse?
I ain't tryna give em flowers if they rip em out the dirt (Out the dirt)
Honestly it's to the point I don't know what they see in me
I know that they see me I just don't think they're in reach of me
If they don't believe me I can understand their reasoning
Got records that are sad and records on a different frequency
Got way too many styles to be classified as one
See my catalog is versatile it changes every month
When I dropped out of my college people said I was a bum
Then I flipped the fuckin switch like I was Aubrey in the club, yeah
I was raised to be the man and do this on my own
I want a half a million dollars every time I do a show
I got a plan to get a Tesla just to dip that shit in chrome
I wanna pay my family's debt and get each one of them a home
I got way too many goals that other people can't relate too
Often times I see these people and I'm lookin straight through
I'm the proof that if you deal with hate it shouldn't phase you
Just always keep it moving never let that shit enslave you
Cut off those around me like to keep my circle small
I got 50 hours weekly I be talking to the wall (To the wall)
Now when people hit me I don't even take the call
If you said you bet against me I would say that I'm appalled (I'm appalled)
Cleared out my phone I don't need strangers out here texting me
You ain't wit the clique if you ain't standing out here next to me
I been so depressed that I can only do what's best for me
If you are not a fan of mine it's cuz your girl obsessed with me
Harmony and peace is something that I thought I had (I thought I had)
85 percent of days I'm with my mom and dad
I got homies that I love but I been caught up with the raps
Now I see em once a month they understand I'm on a path
I got too much on my plate, I got way too much to do
I record a song a day, it's like I got something to prove
Everyday I fuckin pray and now that shit been coming true
So now everything I say is like the prophecy of Zues
Got this gun that's at my head I got the finger on the trigger
I like cutting people off like my name was Jack the ripper (Jack the ripper)
Got ya number blocked I know that shit gon' make you bitter
So now if you tried to text me you can bet it won't deliver (Won't deliver)
Cut off those around me like to keep my circle small
I got 50 hours weekly I be talking to the wall (To the wall)
Now when people hit me I don't even take the call
If you said you bet against me I would say that I'm appalled (I'm appalled)

Written by:
Derek Nalette

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