Artwork by: Banksy Lyrics: Ain’t you sick a paying for respect? Pony up the dough, for a couple dozen clicks, I got love for rap, but the fame can eat a dick, I ain’t bitter it’s a fact well know, this app ain’t shit, But a rat race, Nd I ain’t tripping if I’m last place, Slow and steady like a back braced mans pace, Half Masked, I ain’t trynna save face, no more (Verse1) Lo-fi flow wit a fe-fi-fo-high, Gold mine of a mind, y’all should fear my silence, cause chances are I’m trying to think of rhymes that link the lines that lead to an emcees demise, These still waters runs deep, best stay in the shallows, All That hot fed heat ain’t shit to my mental, the fucking lime lights green so stay in the shadows, Y’all feelin the envy, I’m underground like pharaohs, You Bob on a beat, all you talks dinero(De Niro) Thought’s narrow, ya bluffs what I’m calling(Colin), no Pharrell, My bark bellows Nd harms fellows, who aren’t ditto, wit the skill, that’s why I don’t wage wars, I only bid farewells, Wit Fit as the devils fiddle, I dribble Nd rock a mic, you baby mouthin the spittle, Like biggie mouthin the metal, when I pop off the chops, The rock and a hard spot, while y’all malcom in the middle, nd Ain’t talking diddling, I leave that to beaver, But fuck the choir boy, I’m speak it to the preacher, We spitting ether give no fucks about a feature, It’s Syla in the cut, like we been fuckin wit some cleavers, And mother fuck a hook, I aint done talking yet, Go head and shade us all you want, bitch fuck BM, them moderators aint no haters, they some pissy B***s, out for blood like crypts, cause we bodied they whole continent, Test my patience, bitch, I’m one of hip hops best, And I’ll be damned if I cower to some punk execs, Abusing power, you get no respect, Nd imma hashtag feature this dick till it trends, Ashes to ashes, shit dead, in a casket, when burying hatchets, nd burning a bridge, (Hook) (Verse2) Man hold up, lemme spin it back, without the tin foil hat, Maybe I’m paranoid in fact, lemme Break out some numbers, Mudermami broke a K, wit likes to match, that moderator been tagged, and she still don’t get a banner? Guess Bad bitch banter, too real for you ain’t it? Nd how the fuck you going M.I.A. on Mia when, That track pushed 3 hundred plays on the first day? Shit, I’d give a left nut to hear you fucks try to explain it, Syla Pushin a1, every week yet y’all sleeping on us, like we was temperpedic, But my tempers peaking, if you sleep Then I’m Freddy, Nd you gon need more then that ban shit to _end me, Best ban me now, cause this just the beginning, Unless you cut the shit like when u on the pot, Nd legs start feeling funny And show respect we’re owed, or imma go Fetty, Bust shots till I leave a wap of wet ass pussies, Y’all mutha fuckers too mushy, Cause the worst shit you could possibly do, is shush me, But fuck this track, Said what I had to say, And if you feel the same way, comment fuck rap fame. Cause ain’t you sick a pay for respect? Pony up the dough, for a couple dozen clicks? I got love for rap, but the fame can eat a dick, I ain’t bitter it’s a fact well known this app ain’t shit, #FEATUREDISSDICK FUCKTHEFOLLOWING: @bmfeatures @bmvideo @moderator_en #FUCKMODERHATER_EN #LOVERAPFUCKFAME #WAKEUPCALL #HALFMASKED #SYLA #RATRACE #QUITSLEEPINONTHECREWBITCH @rapfametv #COUPDEGRAS #CREWDASHADE