Mamey - Type of Song, Pt. II Lyrics

This is the type of song
You write to let know suckers
They f*cked around with the wrong Motherf*cker
I've seen tougher
Dudes come out the locker
We can see through your facade
Talking like a master
When you a slave
You can try to disguise the pain
But don't matter how high you talked
We can hear the chains
As you walked
Let your art speak
And shut the f*ck up
Idle comments
Are stronger than brittle moments
The first becomes a star
The second a passing comet
So don't let me be a remainder of all the things you should've done
Don't let me win all the medals you know you should've won
Don't let me f*ck all the dimes you know you should've cummed
Oh don't...
That can you make you bitter
That can can make you litter
My timelines
Ignoring, I really don't have no timelines
And I'm fine
Just make sure you are
I mean without you I wouldn't have made this far
That's why I can't reply
Is a must to leave in you read
Full Wi-FI
But I just don't wanna regret
Beget
The wrong topics
Like about why I'm too cocky
Oh you're lucky
I don't like to post
F*ck being an artist, I'm a ghost
You feel my spirit, but you don't see me
You mimic lyrics so you can hear me
But I'm always around
I built this from the ground
Sounds
Try to match my vibes
Good luck trying to catch a ride
On this wave
YOU CAN'T FUCK WITH MAMEY
Way too gifted
Blisters
On my brain
My neurons know this not a game
I have them
On a 24/7 chest pump
Chumps
Rather go against
Than jump
The same rope
As us
Riding rented cars
Bruh, we own the bus
Bars so sick
You feel like you in the hole
I'm so sick I gave myself I cold
That's why I never had a hater in my life
Maybe is coincidence but as soon as I go they arrive
Still they know I
Belong on a scenario full of lights
I don't f*ck with how you doings?
Full of lies
Positive side
Of every coin
Points
Of view
That can make real change
The right crew
Can make crazy people feel sane
That's why
We can't be together
Pebbles
Slide by
With the river
I'm a rock
I might shiver
But I don't move
I rather pick myself
And break the ceiling roof
Look
I cook
Words together so they can rhyme
Make you feel chills down your spine
I cannot walk a straight line
My trail looks like a snake
But I don't slither
I make killers
Cry, and go kiss they moma
Join me, I can make you stack a couple commas
Then go kick it in panama
Yes, mispronounced
I cannot talk but I can make your mind bounce
Got latinos bumping underground
Rap, hip hop, pop, rock
F*ck a genre
And f*ck this jenga
Minded folks
You poke
A block
And all hell breaks loose
Abusing power
We gonna make some people life a bit sower
It's not the goal
But if is between you and me
You know who gotta go
We made more home made films
Than many people may think
Is healthy
Check the catalogue
I may start a blog
How to get wealthy
Out here
Making independent mainstream
All clear
We don't like liars
The truth shall never be quiet
Black people choir
The Dominican Messiah
Objective, never bias
Fire
As I activate beast mode
Let's pray you can deep throat
And swallow
All this bravado
We don't follow
Trends
Nor play games
I'm the referee
The less you see
The more you need
That's the reason
I pick seasons
To show my face
I know my place
I know my fate
Late
But always on time
Never mind
The colors
As long they shine
Mixing crimes
With good deeds
Creeps
Wanna know
How far
Can I take it
Which word
Would I pronounce wrong?
It's cool, I don't bother
They don't like rap
But they act
On bands
That only do covers
Brother
Imma poet
Pick a language
Imma squeeze rhymes like a sandwich
And It's time for supper
So imma blame this
On the ones
Who focus
On the semantics
Wrong tactics
Dumb approach
Bench warmers
Drawing plays for the coach
I didn't see that coming
And probably never will
I just think is funny
How can you stand still
Shit, at least be a fan
We both know I'm the one
But it's fine
I don't expect dumb chicks
To click with this rap shit
I don't expect shallow dudes
To give me good reviews
Y'all better tell truth
Even it isn't
Either way
Is not like I'm going to listen
I glisten
Even when I don't speak
My silence speak volumes
Empty podium
But It's a sold out event
So I gotta say something
I must represent
I vent
In the name of the ones
Who feel low
I mean
Tears
Can't take one more blow
Peers move fast
So they make you feel slow
Go
At your own pace
Then say
F*ck this race
Imma run backwards
They run for approval
Real life actors
They don't love themselves
Don't be mad
If they don't love you
If being fake is nice
Then I rather be cruel
If being fake is nice
Then I rather be cruel
If being fake is nice
Then I rather be cruel