Bullshit (ft Seajay)

Back on my bullshit yeah

Back on my back on my

Back on my bullshit popping the bottles and popping the pussies yeah

Back on my bullshit yeah

Back on my back on my

Back with the full clip popping you bodies and passing the potions

Back on my bullshit yeah

 

Back with my bro Dropped out of school

Proud of my passion you all piss in the pool

No affirmative action I peel all you fruits

If you risking the truth then I’m shitting on you

You should’ve knew I got the bitches your bitch is the proof

Get to the kitchen you kids are my food

This is a horror this is the realest shit came out the country you listen I got it

Cutting the profits with brothers we prosper

Rescripted the plot, sprint out the fog and your face in the mud

Twisted the blunt, smoked it up twice then I’m fetching my rum

Talking about rhymes got the freshest of guns

Talking real life you tap as much as a nun

That’s literally none

I’m back exposing you childish not grown

I’m taking the throne put you back to square one

Asking me why, that question is dumb

Asking me why is that question so dumb

The answer is I am back on my bull

 

Back on my bullshit yeah

Back on my back on my

Back on my bullshit popping the bottles and popping the pussies yeah

Back on my bullshit yeah

Back on my back on my

Back with the full clip popping you bodies and passing the potions

Back on my bullshit yeah

 

Back on my shit while you contemplating

Riding the dick as if god will save you

You got not a day left til your moms my favourite

In broad day praying that the broads would take you

Fuck that shit put a condom in it

What’s a pawn to a fucking conglomerate

Constantly knocking out your clique

Yall need perspiration while you perforated

All the purp and pain relief burning through ya

 

 

Back on my bullshit

 

Up late on a Saturday night

I’m rapping this life they wonder what the accuracy like

Actually I got several accolades that would back me up

Til the labels mad as fuck that they keep on passing me by

I see the passing glance in they eye

They gassing me up but can’t you see why

You seen just what the rap scene is like

Traps need a rise

It seems like every bastard is after a slice of the action

Acting like they have to get signed

I’m back on my grind

I’m bashing out rhymes

Despite the fact that I’m lacking the drive

The passion has died

I’m packing my

I’m packing my nine

I’m practically tied to these tracks that I write

While I’m wrapping these bines.....