GabFreakyPie - RAP LIFE Lyrics

Yo FouKi, you think you slick with your trap hits,
But your rhymes weak, like those TikTok skits.
Tryna flex for the Gram with that veggie talk,
But when it comes to real rap, you just a laughing stock.
Came from the underground, now you chasing the mainstream,
Lost your authenticity, now you just a meme.
Montreal's clown, yeah you lost the essence,
More style than substance, man, you need a lesson.

Money, power, fame, that's all they crave,
Trendy little puppets, digging their own grave.
Montreal rappers, chasing the glitter and gold,
But in the heart of hip-hop, they ain't that bold.
Beefy and trendy, just playing a role,
Lost in the hype, but they lacking a soul.
Real ones rise, while these fall to the side,
In this rap revolution, it's a wild ride.

Zach Zoya, boy, you smooth like a pop star,
But in the rap game, you ain't going far.
All that autotune, you masking your flaws,
But real MCs see through, and they dropping jaws.
Got that Drake vibe, but you just a knockoff,
Selling out quick, tryna get that pop off.
Fashion over passion, that's your whole deal,
But in the heart of hip-hop, man, you ain't real.

Money, power, fame, that's all they crave,
Trendy little puppets, digging their own grave.
Montreal rappers, chasing the glitter and gold,
But in the heart of hip-hop, they ain't that bold.
Beefy and trendy, just playing a role,
Lost in the hype, but they lacking a soul.
Real ones rise, while these fall to the side,
In this rap revolution, it's a wild ride.

Enima, yeah, you repping that street life,
But all I see is fake drama and petty strife.
Acting all tough, like you born in the gutter,
But we know the truth, just another fish to smother.
Your bars basic, your flows kinda sloppy,
Rap game's a jungle, and you just a copy.
Talking 'bout gangs, but it's all just a front,
Real recognize real, and you ain't what you flaunt.

Money, power, fame, that's all they crave,
Trendy little puppets, digging their own grave.
Montreal rappers, chasing the glitter and gold,
But in the heart of hip-hop, they ain't that bold.
Beefy and trendy, just playing a role,
Lost in the hype, but they lacking a soul.
Real ones rise, while these fall to the side,
In this rap revolution, it's a wild ride.

Loud, man, you think you big with your commercial play,
But your verses dry, they just wasting away.
Sold out fast, for that radio hit,
Now you stuck in a loop, can't climb outta that pit.
Your French flows cool, but you lacking the bite,
More concerned with the fame than the lyrical fight.
Montreal's darling, but you soft as butter,
In the cypher, homie, you just another stutter.

Money, power, fame, that's all they crave,
Trendy little puppets, digging their own grave.
Montreal rappers, chasing the glitter and gold,
But in the heart of hip-hop, they ain't that bold.
Beefy and trendy, just playing a role,
Lost in the hype, but they lacking a soul.
Real ones rise, while these fall to the side,
In this rap revolution, it's a wild ride.

Souldia, you acting hard, like you top of the game,
But your catalog filled with repetitive lame.
Same old stories, with the same old beats,
Monotone flow, always stuck on repeat.
Talking 'bout struggle, but where's the growth?
Real artists evolve, you just staying the most.
Fake gangster vibes, living in a dream,
Montreal's elite? Nah, you ain't on that team.

Money, power, fame, that's all they crave,
Trendy little puppets, digging their own grave.
Montreal rappers, chasing the glitter and gold,
But in the heart of hip-hop, they ain't that bold.
Beefy and trendy, just playing a role,
Lost in the hype, but they lacking a soul.
Real ones rise, while these fall to the side,
In this rap revolution, it's a wild ride.

Imposs, you old school, but you lost your touch,
Still rapping 'bout days that don't matter much.
Living in the past, can't keep up with the shift,
Your legacy fading, just another drift.
Once was a king, now you grasping for straws,
In the new era, you just facing your flaws.
Montreal's OG, but you missing the mark,
Left in the shadows, while the new stars spark.

Money, power, fame, that's all they crave,
Trendy little puppets, digging their own grave.
Montreal rappers, chasing the glitter and gold,
But in the heart of hip-hop, they ain't that bold.
Beefy and trendy, just playing a role,
Lost in the hype, but they lacking a soul.
Real ones rise, while these fall to the side,
In this rap revolution, it's a wild ride.

Rymz, poetic, but your prose kinda hollow,
Style over substance, it's hard to follow.
You got the voice, but you lacking the heat,
In this rap race, you just tripping your feet.
Rhymes intricate, but they lacking the punch,
In this brutal game, you just another brunch.
Montreal's poet? Man, you more like a mime,
Silent on impact, just wasting our time.