Official Billy Da Kid999 - Lackin Lyrics

Billy, the motherf*ckin' kid, hoe. Let's get it, motherf*ckers
I see no more laughing, thinking of what I've had
I'm here to remind them that I'm free
That there's nothing on my mind
And there's no looking back at my future, hoe
Oh, this whole world wrapped up in my hand and lacking
I step into this scene, no time for relaxing
Yeah, the game's cutthroat, boy. No rules, no acting
I'm packing these rhymes with this
Cut this like a sharp knife, as if I could get sharp
Boy, I'm cut through the bullshit in this life that I live
Yeah, I see them all lacking
They ain't got no heart, no passion
I roll with a crew that's f*ckin' as real as it gets
That's got the heart and the passion, boy
One person
Like I'm a motherf*ckin' million-boy
No faking the funk, no talking
This hits, yeah, boy. They hit it
They split you up, they split you through
Split your crew, whoa
I leave that lack in the world in my hands
I see them all lacking
They ain't got no heart, no f*ckin' passion
I'm here to remind you, dawg
It's the real death, real death
And I'm on my grind
I'm on the grind
And there's no looking back at it
I leave them all slack
But you're lacking slack
I've been through this trouble
I've faced the despair
But I rose from the ashes
And I ain't living for my nightmare
They say I'm too intense
But I just don't care
I'm speaking my mind and I'm talking
Last year, I'm taking my shit
And I still see them lacking with no heart and no passion
I've seen them make smiles out of their fake handshakes
But your foul bitches never come to mind
I've got what it takes to stand up in this game, boy
No matter what it makes
I'm the realest in the room while the rest are fakes
So I see them all lacking
They ain't got no heart, no passion
I'm here to smile
It's the real death
There's no lacking
I'm on the grind
I'm on the grind
Won't give up
And there's no looking back at it
And it's like, boy, rap all day
But I'm all slacking
And looking stupid
But I'm trying to play catch up
Hoodie, hoodie, hoodie, hoodie, hoodie, hoodie, hoodie, hoodie, hoodie, hoodie, hoodie, hoodie, hoodie, hoodie, hoodie, hoodie, hoodie, hoodie
Yeah
I'll make them all smile when I see your face in a handshake
So remember my name
Remember my track
I'm the one who exposed all of me in their, in their acts
In their acts, the fake, the front
I'm what's done and the dark will be brought to the light
Just know that I'm done
And in this hardcore rap, there's no room for relax
Then I'ma keep shitting through the fire left, fire left while they stay left
Yeah
Y'all see what I'm doing
Picking up the pen, but no pen and no pad
I'm just picking up the mic and the beat in my phone
And I'm picking
I'm spitting it off the top of my f*cking dome
Right on top of my girl's balcony
Over here at the creek, boy
The DC creek
If you wanna know, you better get up on gang
Oh
Yeah, we gon' kill
Kill em
Kill em
Kill em