Joshua makes my ears bleed
my ears are bleeding because joshua Yo, Joshua's music, man, it’s all just a scheme, Cash grab king, living out that hollow dream. Got the beats on lock, but the soul's in the vault, Selling out quick, like it’s all just a default. Every track’s a hustle, where’s the heart in the art? Spitting empty lines, just playing the part. He’s a scammer now, watch him flip the disguise, Chasing paper trails while the real talent dies. Flexing on the ‘Gram like it’s all just a game, But we see through the smoke, it’s a shame, what a shame. Claiming to be real, but he’s lost in the fame, In a world full of clones, he’s the one to blame. Counting all his dollars, but he’s missing the point, Music’s not a product, it’s a vibe, it’s a joint. So when you hear his name, just know what it means, Cash grab hustle, tearing down the real scenes. (Verse 1) Yo, my ears are bleeding, man, it’s Joshua’s fault, Talkin’ loud, spittin’ nonsense, like he’s made of asphalt, Claimin’ he’s the king, but he don’t wear the crown, Every word he drops, man, it just brings me down. (Verse 2) I’m spittin’ fire, while he’s just throwin’ sparks, His rhymes are like a walk in the park, no bite, just bark, I’m the lyrical assassin, he’s a jester in the game, Tryna climb the ladder, but he’s stuck in the same lane. or
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my ears are bleeding because joshua Yo, Joshua's music, man, it’s all just a scheme, Cash grab king, living out that hollow dream. Got the beats on lock, but the soul's in the vault, Selling out quick, like it’s all just a default. Every track’s a hustle, where’s the heart in the art? Spitting empty lines, just playing the part. He’s a scammer now, watch him flip the disguise, Chasing paper trails while the real talent dies. Flexing on the ‘Gram like it’s all just a game, But we see through the smoke, it’s a shame, what a shame. Claiming to be real, but he’s lost in the fame, In a world full of clones, he’s the one to blame. Counting all his dollars, but he’s missing the point, Music’s not a product, it’s a vibe, it’s a joint. So when you hear his name, just know what it means, Cash grab hustle, tearing down the real scenes. (Verse 1) Yo, my ears are bleeding, man, it’s Joshua’s fault, Talkin’ loud, spittin’ nonsense, like he’s made of asphalt, Claimin’ he’s the king, but he don’t wear the crown, Every word he drops, man, it just brings me down. (Verse 2) I’m spittin’ fire, while he’s just throwin’ sparks, His rhymes are like a walk in the park, no bite, just bark, I’m the lyrical assassin, he’s a jester in the game, Tryna climb the ladder, but he’s stuck in the same lane. or
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