Haters
Intro:
Like the butcher, you want beef, I'm a buffalo
Stuck in quarantine, yeah, I'm fucking stuck at home
You don't know the number on my fucking phone
But you know my number all time, yeah number one
These rappers bite the flows like fucking mosquitoes
When he clocks, tick tock, uh your time is coming close
But when it hits midnight the day I'm dropping
New music Friday, damn right that he fucking knows

Hook:
Woah, let him know, it's getting so pathetic
No, they jealous hoes, just let it go
But all this time spent at home's
Had my mind left to roam
That's the death of thе old me
This poetic mode
I nеver told my precious soul to ever grow
But now I'm the best in the show, you already know
Had endless flows and rhyme schemes in my genetic code
To my dreaded foes who envy me, I ain't sparing no one
Verse 1:
They hate the jazz rap and every other sub-genre
They hate the lyrical with the double entendres
Hate the conscious with layers like a lasagne
Say those kind of bars are corny, I'm just having fun, partner
Old heads hate the trap, guess they can't have fun either
I'll admit I was once that but I've grown, realer
Fuck the critics, take it for what it is and enjoy it
Shit's annoying, just use your ears, bitch and don't research
Don't over think shit, shout out to Kenny
Cause I butchered this beat, yeah shout out to Benny
He made the album of the year for me in 2020
I just hope I can be that for some in 2021
But I guess this ain't an album, it's a mixtape
My debut, this a breakthrough in how I spit flames
Got to make do with what I can do till days
When I improve, yeah, time and effort brought me this way
On this path, shit's mad
This that and the other
Strayed further from where I started, this change in the weather
Has made me discover that maybe that's better
The old me was what I wanted to get a-
-way from, since age 1 1, I been changing
Just slightly, I never noticed until I made an
Effort to think shit through
Now, this shit new
Did so much dumb shit, yeah I'm pissed at you, me
All the regrets make life feel like a movie
You need ups and downs but guess this is my youth
See it's fine, your brain ain't developed until you're 25
In 2025, I'll be 19, I'm miles away
This ain't an excuse, still I'm to blame
I want to get this off my chest so I don't lie awake
And waste my time today so life ain't pain
Cause they copy everything I do like Simon says
Hook:
Woah, let him know, it's getting so pathetic
No, they jealous hoes, just let it go
But all this time spent at home's
Had my mind left to roam
That's the death of the old me
This poetic mode
I never told my precious soul to ever grow
But now I'm the best in the show, you already know
Had endless flows and rhyme schemes in my genetic code
To my dreaded foes who envy me, I ain't sparing no one

Outro:
Beware of the man who speaks in hands like Gaster
Beware of my fucking blaster
Don't beware of the man who just tries to rap faster
Beware of the man who got more lines than classwork
Why they care more bout the greed than they care bout me
Couldn't believe it wasn't gouda than the fucking cheese
God edam, I'm why they pray, no one upping me
I'm right next to number 2 but I ain't the number three