Kinta - Bar for Bar Lyrics

You wanna go bar for bar I'll drop 50 right now like I'm Tupac Shakur (Ok)
And rip a whole town apart like I'm Kendrick Lamar (Ok)
But don't start cause that trash rapping won't get far
You're not up to par with me
Me and my niggas walk in for free
But I don't like to go out it's all bullshit to me
You and yo people need to stop all that rapping
Cause you can't touch my heat on the lowest degree (You can't)
Click clack get back y'all niggas trash (They trash)
I wish these rappers had a better rhyme stash
Because it's all the same shit no matter who I'm scrolling past
Pussy money weed you need to get better
Rapping about the same shit you're not a trendsetter
But between all you niggas against me it's whatever (Yah)
Can't go toe to toe with something that you can't touch
Which is why I don't argue when y'all speak on such and such (I don't)
You get so baffled like a nigga speaking Dutch
But I'm building bars quickly bitch you better duck
Always rapping bout some dumb shit all you niggas suck
But it doesn't really matter cause I'm running up a buck (Ayy)

You wanna go bar for bar I don't think you want that (You don't)
I'll smoke you like a cigar you're just a f*cking Rugrat
I guess the name fits perfect for you baby ass niggas
Is you really in the bag? Ole maybe ass niggas
Rocking all the fake belts, fugazi ass niggas
Get yo punk ass a job, you lazy ass niggas
With fake J's I didn't know Jordan did gymnastics (You tripping)
He's doing a full split bitch have you gone bat shit
You swear those ain't fake I didn't know you were a half wit
To then spit bum shit into your mic stand (Why?)
You probably shouldn't rap while you're high off the contraband
Oh shit, looks like Ken's speaking facts again
I'm not like y'all and I can put that on my moms head
If I lied like y'all then god forbid my mom would be dead
Niggas lie on they moms just to try and get bread
Bum niggas get pushed over on they deathbed

You can't go bar for bar with a nigga like me
Let alone get far when you're just a wannabe (Yah)
I mean I wanna get far but people just can't see (See what?)
I'm down to sell my bars just to feed my family
Rappers get big off of being f*cking trash
But when I voice my opinion lil niggas wanna clash
You're mad cause you're impressed by everything that you see
I would normally digress but that sounds like the old me
I bet it's hard to digest words from the bold me
Which is why you get wishy washy tryna scold me
F*ck y'all, I'll speak my mind until one you kills me
You can't handle the truth I'm giving you chills
Talking shit on the mic forever giving me thrills
Wiping up people's tears it's a whole lotta spills (It is)
Swimming in it like a shark but I have no gills
Trimming the bitch niggas acting like girls in they feels (Bye)
Skim through bitches who be tripping they don't have skills (They don't)
Acting boujee always thinking that they live in the hills(But they don't)
But the bum ho's always living by the landfills
And I'm everyone's fear like I'm overdue bills
(You can't go bar for bar with KINTA)