Hera
• Written by Maverick_Carter
Maverick_Carter's Notes
Produced by me lmao, the full version releases October 15th on my album 'Murder on beat street'
(Verse 1)
Gotta write my bars in bars in brail
Because they been blinded by the lights
But I was wearing shades
So when the weekend came
What I saw, nothin, was like lookin' through a peephole
Now were gonna fight over the weekend, damn
But you're fighting for the weak-end
And lyrically you're weak, and
If i keep repeating weekend
Then they'll be comparing me to Tekashi
Then they'll, say I cant't spit, like bitch, you watching me?
(Chorus)x2
I be on my own, you could say I'm in the zone
I got you in the scope, I got bullets made of gold
Yeah I'm comin' in hot, but you cold
Bitch, you talkin' to a prodigy
(Verse 2)
I mention the mad-hatter
Devin, actin' like he el-even, man comparing me and him
Talk about uneven
When he hears this be cursing like a witch
Man, I meant the second letter not the 23rd, witch, bitch (You)
'Cause I know what you want with her, man I ain't blind (Blind)
But the only way you'd get in her (Never)
Is if she was a trash bin, but she ain't (Nah)
And the only thing you're gettin' here
The finger, man, all these people simping
So thanks, for giving, me a reason, to keep slaughtering
Beats, and if you keep on simping (Don't)
Next time you look up, you won't be seeing skye (Never did)
You'll have a bullet, point between the (Pop pop pop)
Eyes, 'cause that's where next line starts
Don't worry, I'm not puttin' out a hit (Not yet)
Well, I'm puttin this beat out, so I guess
I'm puttin' a hit out, so now they sayin'
I'm the overprotective ex, man (Not me)
(Chorus)x2
I be on my own, you could say I'm in the zone
I got you in the scope, I got bullets made of gold
Yeah I'm comin' in hot, but you cold
Bitch, you talkin' to a prodigy
(Verse 3)
Yeah, guess I'm protective of my friends
You wouldn't understand, 'cause friends something
That you ain't aquired, choppin' these beats (Bleed)
Like I'm and x-man, I'm ex-man
And the chance you got with her, it's 0 to 2 (2)
Essentially, I'm blowin' mentally
While you're busy blowin' her
Man, I went too far (Nah)
And I'm standing for equality
'Cause black lives matter, but more importantly
Lives matter, but I ain't black, So do I matter?
'Cause for sure, I ain't no ones favorite rapper
And they think that I'm just another wannabe
When they the ones who wanna be slaughtering
Beats, man, down on my knees, keep on being
A killer of beats, 'cause now I've got two
Two hits, so they wanna know, how I did it (Yeah I did it)
And, how, how I'm still standing after all the shots
That they took at me, but I walked through you
Like grip, and now, shit, talking, yeah Jack Harlow (Harlow)
A hero, shit, I meant Herro, forgot the other r
(Chorus)x2
I be on my own, you could say I'm in the zone
I got you in the scope, I got bullets made of gold
Yeah I'm comin' in hot, but you cold
Bitch, you talkin' to a prodigy
(Verse 4)
The fact that you even acknowledging, obviously
I hit a nerve, and now I'm coming for you
And I'm on my last pen, yeah, but this is far
From my last dance, far from, my last stand
'Cause I keep spitting, and all of you
That think you can compete, you ain't even on the same level
As me, and I'm off the scale, coming down on those
Who ain't even spit, who ain't even write shit
Soon I'll be lookin' I'm Jay-Z
'Cause I keep putting out hits like Diddy
(Chorus)x2
I be on my own, you could say I'm in the zone
I got you in the scope, I got bullets made of gold
Yeah I'm comin' in hot, but you cold
Bitch, you talkin' to a prodigy
(Verse 1)
Gotta write my bars in bars in brail
Because they been blinded by the lights
But I was wearing shades
So when the weekend came
What I saw, nothin, was like lookin' through a peephole
Now were gonna fight over the weekend, damn
But you're fighting for the weak-end
And lyrically you're weak, and
If i keep repeating weekend
Then they'll be comparing me to Tekashi
Then they'll, say I cant't spit, like bitch, you watching me?
(Chorus)x2
I be on my own, you could say I'm in the zone
I got you in the scope, I got bullets made of gold
Yeah I'm comin' in hot, but you cold
Bitch, you talkin' to a prodigy
(Verse 2)
I mention the mad-hatter
Devin, actin' like he el-even, man comparing me and him
Talk about uneven
When he hears this be cursing like a witch
Man, I meant the second letter not the 23rd, witch, bitch (You)
'Cause I know what you want with her, man I ain't blind (Blind)
But the only way you'd get in her (Never)
Is if she was a trash bin, but she ain't (Nah)
And the only thing you're gettin' here
The finger, man, all these people simping
So thanks, for giving, me a reason, to keep slaughtering
Beats, and if you keep on simping (Don't)
Next time you look up, you won't be seeing skye (Never did)
You'll have a bullet, point between the (Pop pop pop)
Eyes, 'cause that's where next line starts
Don't worry, I'm not puttin' out a hit (Not yet)
Well, I'm puttin this beat out, so I guess
I'm puttin' a hit out, so now they sayin'
I'm the overprotective ex, man (Not me)
(Chorus)x2
I be on my own, you could say I'm in the zone
I got you in the scope, I got bullets made of gold
Yeah I'm comin' in hot, but you cold
Bitch, you talkin' to a prodigy
(Verse 3)
Yeah, guess I'm protective of my friends
You wouldn't understand, 'cause friends something
That you ain't aquired, choppin' these beats (Bleed)
Like I'm and x-man, I'm ex-man
And the chance you got with her, it's 0 to 2 (2)
Essentially, I'm blowin' mentally
While you're busy blowin' her
Man, I went too far (Nah)
And I'm standing for equality
'Cause black lives matter, but more importantly
Lives matter, but I ain't black, So do I matter?
'Cause for sure, I ain't no ones favorite rapper
And they think that I'm just another wannabe
When they the ones who wanna be slaughtering
Beats, man, down on my knees, keep on being
A killer of beats, 'cause now I've got two
Two hits, so they wanna know, how I did it (Yeah I did it)
And, how, how I'm still standing after all the shots
That they took at me, but I walked through you
Like grip, and now, shit, talking, yeah Jack Harlow (Harlow)
A hero, shit, I meant Herro, forgot the other r
(Chorus)x2
I be on my own, you could say I'm in the zone
I got you in the scope, I got bullets made of gold
Yeah I'm comin' in hot, but you cold
Bitch, you talkin' to a prodigy
(Verse 4)
The fact that you even acknowledging, obviously
I hit a nerve, and now I'm coming for you
And I'm on my last pen, yeah, but this is far
From my last dance, far from, my last stand
'Cause I keep spitting, and all of you
That think you can compete, you ain't even on the same level
As me, and I'm off the scale, coming down on those
Who ain't even spit, who ain't even write shit
Soon I'll be lookin' I'm Jay-Z
'Cause I keep putting out hits like Diddy
(Chorus)x2
I be on my own, you could say I'm in the zone
I got you in the scope, I got bullets made of gold
Yeah I'm comin' in hot, but you cold
Bitch, you talkin' to a prodigy
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Maverick_Carter
Member since September 7 2021