Pet rock

They told me I can't just go in straight without a hook

Then I forgot the hook now they saying fuck a hook homie

You the closest to a holy goat that we ever saw

Oh god

And my voice so raw, ceasar sounding soft

Huh

 

I don't play the same as these pink dread wearing fake lames

No they really are lames I swear

I care so much I tell you I don't

I ain't afraid of nothing sound like a joke

Like your hoe telling you she's going straight home

To you not your best homies home

It don't take Sherlock Holmes to put that together

You don't see that I bet you type to go home with a pet rock

 

Put yourself in debt over a fake glock

I'm sick of these social wave hoppers

The sheep in this flock

Ain't got a chance boy

Ain't got a voice

Got no opinions, they ain't original

 

Their thought process so typical

Iq levels so fucking criminal

So many of em but still individual

It's all the same but one tune

That's the reason for my crew

Why we strive through all the bullshit in rap

We trynna bring it back to when rappers could actually fucking rap