But I’m not a rapper

flash flood in the vill

bad blood

everybody still be in their feels

that sucks

never take you motherfuckers serious

cuz y’all still mad here’s a pad for your period

and i’m not even gonna say much on it

touch on it mr.clean get the scrubs off it

shit is hot that’s a hot topic

i’m just raising the degrees

tropical depression

i’m still chillin under canopies

bag of weed and a bottle of bud in my right hand

god damn that sounds like a good time

i believe its gods plan

no telling where im bound to go next

i’m going off thats a general flex

these e1’s need to show some respect

and pay homage

never losing focus directly

i stay on it

like these bitches on my dick

is it g if u brick buckets

coming at me with the jokes

keep it short cuz u still bluffin no discussion

what the fuck you gotta say now

heard you talking shit on the socials

and trynna hide behind a fake smile

haha

bunch of clowns

dissin for the clout

take that shit around

couldn’t fit in any circle now

and y’all still rappin about the same old beef

the same old beats i think u needa lay low key

i stay op with every shot its c.o.d could never get the message dubbing everything i speak

can’t believe it y’all still playing on the sidelines

i don’t mean it I’m just playing with you my guy

time flies ima chill and let it fly by

never stressing over bitches giving me the side eye

damn

cold assessment i move like i’m shoulder pressing

your rapping is so depressing get over your own reflection no ego when i walk in on these natives I’m so akin to the nature that lies within all these haters can suck my *beep*

too easy i move freely john cena with these hands

boi you cant see me

O.c.d

don’t tease me

ima beast so my flows queasy

upchucking on your whole E.P

word vomit

word to your fam

now i fuckin done it

cant believe he really had the balls to say

it’s not enough Brodie doesn’t have no songs to play

i break bread with the bros

we dont even relate

it ain’t shade i just ain’t with the fakes who sneak diss

throwing jabs at your facade in the face

you’re not in the race

you’re not in my lane

you’re not what u claim

im not with the hate

so stay mad

i don’t need to explain..

it’s like..

but i’m not a rapper