Touchdown
Alexander RottBeast mode ready, Money on confetti, Hard work sealed me in Rap Fame forever, Climbed from the bottom, Fought 'em in the middle, Rose to the top from the scars Little by little, Tough to reach the followers Started 'em with a nickel, Before I spit the fire It all started wit sizzles, Told myself I had to be sick Den a hospital Joined a tournament and won Then my followers triple doubled Battles waitin' on me Accepted and dominated, So many rappers slept on me I was so underrated, You can’t accept a win If you losin' ain’t celebrated, Take a loss and shake it off Turn that shit into motivation I don’t beg for nothin' I fight for the crown daily, No matter who in front me I’m holdin the crown lately, I hope to see you soon I’ll be waitin to see your name Yall keep playing like it's a game I'm on top now ready for my fame Ain't hanging wit no lame Me and u bitch we is not the same Fuck wit me u know Im clutch like I am dame They all said patience is a virtue Cuz i had ur girl way past curfew Fuck wit me my shooters will pop on u over kill Member sitting in the couch high asf watching kill bill Now I'll pop u in the head that is for real Never sign a label started off that was the deal Now I'm up in top like the fucking Farris wheel Carrying niggas like I am fucking Bradley Beal Fuck wit me nigga I'll make sure u got a closed casket Playing ball with my dawgs u know I make baskets Spitting fire out the car like when u blow a head gasket Make ur head disappear like this shit is magic Lost a son when I was young that shit still tragic Money go forever u know that shit is elastic U know I'm wit my girl she is a fucking bad bitch I started from the bottom back then we was banging rachets But now we in the top looking down Check in in yo niggas if u see them where a frown But now we in a Benz u know that we skipping towns Big man in the middle like I'm Karl Anthony towns King of my city give me my fucking crown Top of the rap game u know I am bound U know I'll lay off a couple rounds Chillin in the car homies smoke out a pound Shoot u in the head make yo family break down Obj impossible catch touchdown
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Hey @alexanderrott, Thanks for the submission, we listened to 'Touchdown', here are our thoughts 💥 Using headphones can drastically improve the quality of your track, try using them next time to give your track that extra boost! 🎧 We like the rhymes in here, good job.✨ Love how you're flowing on this, keep it up. 🎶 Good effort with your timing, you are mostly on the beat here, just watch out at certain points not to lose it. 🙏 This beat is working well for you! 🎼 A lil' more work and you're gonna take off, keep pushin'. 🤟 Submit more music for feedback from us, we'd love to hear more! 💪 All the best, The Rap Fame Team 😎
Beast mode ready, Money on confetti, Hard work sealed me in Rap Fame forever, Climbed from the bottom, Fought 'em in the middle, Rose to the top from the scars Little by little, Tough to reach the followers Started 'em with a nickel, Before I spit the fire It all started wit sizzles, Told myself I had to be sick Den a hospital Joined a tournament and won Then my followers triple doubled Battles waitin' on me Accepted and dominated, So many rappers slept on me I was so underrated, You can’t accept a win If you losin' ain’t celebrated, Take a loss and shake it off Turn that shit into motivation I don’t beg for nothin' I fight for the crown daily, No matter who in front me I’m holdin the crown lately, I hope to see you soon I’ll be waitin to see your name Yall keep playing like it's a game I'm on top now ready for my fame Ain't hanging wit no lame Me and u bitch we is not the same Fuck wit me u know Im clutch like I am dame They all said patience is a virtue Cuz i had ur girl way past curfew Fuck wit me my shooters will pop on u over kill Member sitting in the couch high asf watching kill bill Now I'll pop u in the head that is for real Never sign a label started off that was the deal Now I'm up in top like the fucking Farris wheel Carrying niggas like I am fucking Bradley Beal Fuck wit me nigga I'll make sure u got a closed casket Playing ball with my dawgs u know I make baskets Spitting fire out the car like when u blow a head gasket Make ur head disappear like this shit is magic Lost a son when I was young that shit still tragic Money go forever u know that shit is elastic U know I'm wit my girl she is a fucking bad bitch I started from the bottom back then we was banging rachets But now we in the top looking down Check in in yo niggas if u see them where a frown But now we in a Benz u know that we skipping towns Big man in the middle like I'm Karl Anthony towns King of my city give me my fucking crown Top of the rap game u know I am bound U know I'll lay off a couple rounds Chillin in the car homies smoke out a pound Shoot u in the head make yo family break down Obj impossible catch touchdown
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