Gettin High Stayin Fresh Prod. VacheCanaBeats by Rick Font Lyrics
{Verse 1}
I know I'm in your head
You probably want me dead
But you probably seen or maybe even read
That I'm the new kid on the block
Who brought his Glock and words ready and cocked
After this song hits, your world will slightly rock
Cuz hey, I'm a real rapper, this anit just for fun
You a nobody your rhymes are just, one and done
In the aftermath the smoke will clear, well see who had won
You'll be dead, ill be on the field, banging on a drum
And don't forget this is only my first song
You already establish, we know you've never had it
Just some fag with a smoking habit
And I anit even gotta rap fast to make you mad
You be sobbing in your shirt, asking "Why am I so bad"
Cause you don't got what I got, it's called bars
My rhymes down to earth, yours are flown out to mars
And I'm sorry I gotta be the one to call you out
You been getting away with being gay day in and day out
But no worry's ima end this bout quick
You gonna wake up wondering what happened and jump off a cliff
Don't forget your parachute cuz, you gonna need it
Wonder if I'm really good? ha you best believe it
And the worst part is, I wrote this in 20 hours
Cuz I got the powers that'll rap down a couple of towers
Sorry I missed your funeral, but hey I brought the flowers
And that's the shit I can do when I'm not thinking straight
Beats all in my head, give me a headache
I heard you rap shit is that the best you can make?
So think twice before you retaliate, don't call me fake
Cuz now everybody knows that the HoodEP is real
And any positive comment you get is just a fake thrill
HoodBoy
I know I'm in your head
You probably want me dead
But you probably seen or maybe even read
That I'm the new kid on the block
Who brought his Glock and words ready and cocked
After this song hits, your world will slightly rock
Cuz hey, I'm a real rapper, this anit just for fun
You a nobody your rhymes are just, one and done
In the aftermath the smoke will clear, well see who had won
You'll be dead, ill be on the field, banging on a drum
And don't forget this is only my first song
You already establish, we know you've never had it
Just some fag with a smoking habit
And I anit even gotta rap fast to make you mad
You be sobbing in your shirt, asking "Why am I so bad"
Cause you don't got what I got, it's called bars
My rhymes down to earth, yours are flown out to mars
And I'm sorry I gotta be the one to call you out
You been getting away with being gay day in and day out
But no worry's ima end this bout quick
You gonna wake up wondering what happened and jump off a cliff
Don't forget your parachute cuz, you gonna need it
Wonder if I'm really good? ha you best believe it
And the worst part is, I wrote this in 20 hours
Cuz I got the powers that'll rap down a couple of towers
Sorry I missed your funeral, but hey I brought the flowers
And that's the shit I can do when I'm not thinking straight
Beats all in my head, give me a headache
I heard you rap shit is that the best you can make?
So think twice before you retaliate, don't call me fake
Cuz now everybody knows that the HoodEP is real
And any positive comment you get is just a fake thrill
HoodBoy