Goon Type

I'ma lay it on the surface

I ain't a goon type dude, and bro, I ain't rehearsing

I'm just a soul with no curtains

Planted on my own feet, just tryna stay certain

Saying what I live, do only what’s for certain

Should I blend with the frauds? That’s a lost cause

That y’all a product of setting? Pure chance involved

This planet full of madness now, no peace or moral walls

No humble hearts or prayers involved

Just clueless youth who ain’t checked right from wrong

They clone what they peep on the Gram or recall from a song

What lane you think they on? A fool tweak every tick

The wise still breathe, but the fakes are infinite

I’m rugged, got that chrome heater

But and half you so called hitters ain't bold neither

If you vexed, then I guess I struck you

You talking fearless, but won't stroll without a bunch too

You ain't next up

Fam, you just like that other dude who sat up

Verse after verse, it’s the same stuff

What make you think you solid cause you came up rough?

Low funds, now you finally made a lil lump

Now you on the mic like money don’t bump

What you speaking is trash

If you ain't with your squad and off shots from the flask

Would you still blast?

You should dead that act

Or you headed for that last collapse

Yeah, today’s theme is self collapse

And I ain’t touching on no throwback rap

I’m on the now, too many fools with the cap

Faking on the mic to my brothers and sisters, it’s facts

Like grains in the timerglass so go the phases we ride

And in that live instant we strive

Revelations, as we wake what once died

Stand and step into the light

Every spin on the airwave, it’s absurd

They never play that real word

Everything that sparkles ain’t worth

And every plaque ain’t classic, and that's on earth

How many heads you met spit the raw legit line on line militant

90% still front ignorant

You either squeaky or crooked

It lowkey shook me

Streams got em hooked on loot that’s dissolvin’

And viral clicks, that’s when it gets sick

Watching lyricists morph into clones

Far as I’m concerned, they moving all wrong

Got me heated, I could wild on em

They split up, then link with the lames on 'em

This for you culture fakes

Dropping nonsense like morals don’t hold no weight

I ain’t hating on folks tryin’ to bag a clean check

But the grind ain’t the problem

It’s when the bread’s the reason they forgot the art form

That’s when I got something to press on

And I’ma give it to you dead honest

Label me bitter if that help with your conscience

Run up if you bold, if your set feel jumpy

Y’all better wake up and sip that strong coffee