Tovano Brown

4 years ago

Everyone seems to like the tracks that go fast, but when i decide to come out with something sad, aint no one here anymore tryna kiss my ass. So what am i gonna do change my tracks? no, i aint gonna fold, myself into a different shape, for another hoe, who gon throw shade, if i fucking dont. change my flow, but who knows? the change might save, my career as a rapper. but it doesnt fucking matter. i rap what i rap, while my brain is scattered, so dont kiss my ass. i rap for the fans, who like what i say. i dont care if my fanbase is enormous, i am a fucking artist. not a conformist. i am making myself something non-formless. i want rappers who gon do something for this, game. maybe try to save the day by rapping away, only rapping to try to save themselves and the game. that fucking support them, and everything they do. i never had that, but now i do. i got 1 maybe 2 couple dozen fans who i aint gon lose. and if you dont like us, what u gon do? throw shade? well you aint gotta clue. cuz we aint falling apart we stuck together like glue. my fans are my umbrella, but i am theres too. they protect me, and i protect them, what you gon do? if you dont like my fans, understand, my fans, are like my fucking fam. You hurt in anyways, im coming to find you. trust me i dont mind to, find you. they cant hide you. i will fight you, put you in the gas like my raps. just ignite you. Ill be like ur bitch when i had her last night if you hurt my fans. then i am cuming. they said i have learn to crawl before i walk, but i am running. Im gonna get em and pin em, and stick em in venom, and bury em in body bags made in denim. after i get em, ima stop em, pop em, block em on the block. nah, ima hit them with my fist instead of a glock. then when they're knocked out ill pop em. I hate these fucking rappers talking about their chains, but fans seem to love it, but they hate. when i talk about my pain. the thoughts in my brain. all this fucking non sense is making me go insane. masking my depression with Denim lemons lessons. masking my deep pressure with thoughts like offsets. put a bunch of words together ina rap session. even tho all of it just means a bunch of nonsense. fuck this, fuck that, fuck cliches, fuck rap. GBC is my cliche, they have my back. feeling like dr dre, rapping out "Fuck Rap". my rap isnt rap, its just words in black, expressing my thoughts i cant take back.