XHELLCOR - False Profit Lyrics

Hey yo Vinny
I know like your tee shirts
Kinda Guinea
Get my jersey off ya back
You ain't a baller
Try a pinny
Stealing my ideas
You are not my peer
If you just wanted to f*ck
Bro I got no beard
How's ya wife
Prophet rolled the dice
Now X in ya life
Where's the light
Mr. Devil horns
Boy I know the type
You all cap
Claiming to save rap
Couldn't hack it in New York
When you get I'm back splitting caps
End up mumbling
Sorry god
Scott had to humble him
Run up on satanists
And break the bank of charlatans
False profit
All optics
Young fan base p
Dumb enough cop it

You the goat
Go and take my song
Jays be gettin smoked now
Bomb Luke till he gone
Get back on some coke pal
Addict and a pussy
Milieu sweeter than a cookie
All you mid tier rappers
Getting smacked don't get me cookin
I can't stand y'all
All jockin the man now
Corny label sticks
Y'all should start a band cowards
F*ck em
Want me kickin buckets
Drain me of my energy
Stole my style like Pac on my enemies
Luke, losers makes me puke
Saved by mama dukes
Need those headaches to get worse
Until you get a gun and shoot
Ya brains out
Out the game now
Put these lames down
To pay for my career I have to work through pain pal
Shit, ain't about the money
30K and I made nothin
But this music is my life
F*ck with it then get to bucking
People saying I should sue
Dude what you gone do?
Get a lawyer, in the morning
Legal covered through ya dues
How about
Have the Mrs.
Give my dick some kisses
Do ya wives know
Hoes married to some bitches
Leaches, gotta drop
Rapper or your not
Make your own shit pussies
And stop taking it from Scott

Get up off my jock
I guess they did the same to Pac (West side)
Left for dead to rot
I'm the one the be on top
You f*cking jokes