xSOURx - Rant Lyrics

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If I made it here then that means somebody relate
Finding solace in the beats and samples that I make
Walk around with ego, high on surface, fit to hat
But to get the quarter scratch it off and find yourself a rant

I got no fame, I got no money, want my life a thrill
And if I make it, know to stop at diamond-plated grills
If I get feedback, loss of vision like the nap be pickin'
But if I go right now, I plan the meal like Popeye's chicken

I get it, no, bitch, I understand
Only one support and that's my nigga's zero plans
But you don't hear that, you hear the catch like eatin' lays
Bitch, I'll make the song replayable with f*ckin' rap cliches
Listen

I got my money, hundreds, shoulder to my hand
Everybody want my dick, be careful with B plans
She got her top, she spun around, I Hard Knuckle that bitch
I'll stop it with the nerdy shit when yo bitch look like this

I said I'm goin' basic, but I admit it, that was heat
Got the streamin' numbers busy like the movement in my sheets
If my rhymes are chicken, song the sauce now go on, eat the meat
Got you lookin' for me, know what, could you make that clap on beat?
Got it?

Come on, listen to the f*ckin' niggas that I spun
Got up on the mic, spittin', go on, give me some
Play it on the bass, turn it up how it was meant
And you blow it off, call it crammin' to my student
Mind

Now read the text and call it mine
Tellin' me I'm shit from the f*ckin' phone lines
But my ears have a cutoff when I hear some stupid shit
Like a pair of shoes when I f*ckin' threw em in that bitch

Y'all the same, single file, ass up to a lineup
But if I'm that bitch, I'm the fade, I'm different from y'all niggas
Like, uh, thinkin' that I'm boasting, know I'm prone the fib
But another time y'all actin' stupid like some Dr. Pibb, nigga

(You end the song with a Dr. Pibb reference?)

(That's the stupidest shit yet..)