FICTITIOUS FLEXING
SIPDE:
Lil Sipde on the track
And I’m flexing on it right now straight out the gate
Old Sipde didn’t flex, but he went and migrate
New Sipde make you feel like sodium and acetate
Break you down into your pieces when I crush with my wake

I am better than you all; I hit the bullseye with the arrow
Then I leave you in the dust when I speed off in my Allero
Gotta get my calcium pills, time frame is narrow
Y’all don’t take em, I know, i see it in your bone marrow

Ain’t got time for you, Gotta check my stocks
Now I’m looking at my money building up like sandbox
Yeah I’m 14 dollars up, goin’ green like detox
Y’all get nothing from your money in the penalty box

My material items cost more than The Shard
Like just look at my secret rare Pokémon cards
Or my iPhone 6s or my lot out out it Motley
And don’t even get me started on the money
I’m working at Starbucks y’all working at Culver’s
Have fun with them 8.50 dollars an hour
I’m on top of the stacks looking down from my tower
And eating the raider challenge bread with the flour

My raps are heat, Sriracha
I’m gettin’ green, yuh, matcha
And I’m not stressed about it (duh)
I’m as calm as buddhist they call me Siddhartha

SIPDE:
Wait, what?
What happened to the beat?
I was flowin’!

YOUNG BESA:
Hi Robs

SIPDE:
Mom?
I’m trying to rap and be cool right now mom get out of the studio!

YOUNG BESA:
You call those bars cool?

SIPDE:
Excuse me?
YOUNG BESA:
Let me show you how it’s done

Y-O-U-N-G
B-E-S-A
That’s what they call me, now what can you say
Grew up with Slim Shady, The Hammer, and Prince
Learned how to rap, that’s my evidence

You think you can rap, but really you can’t
You’re talking as much as a well watered plant
I’ve got flexin’ down, now listen close, dear
These are the sounds the peeps want to hear

I roll down the streets in my gold Cadillac
You’ve got raider you “simp,” and that’s just a fact
Four houses, nine lots, twelve units you see
I’m bigger than life, and living carefree

Millionaire investor, developer too
A teacher, a coach; what about you?
I’ve got the stocks, I own boardwalk
The chicks are gawking can’t get them to stop

See?
SIPDE:
Oh gosh, I’ve got nothing on that

YOUNG BESA:
You’ve gotta up your game Sipde

SIPDE:
I guess so

YOUNG BESA:
Here, we got the last verse together. Let’s take this song out, right here, right now

SIPDE:
Alright...
I’ll try my best...

YOUNG BESA:
Follow my lead
Like mother, like son, you’re journey’s begun
Rap on, honey, it’s lots of fun
The sky is the limit, your beats are hittin’
Your voice infectious, lyrics so fitting

SIPDE:
Im better than you, look I’m rappin with Besa
Your bars seem just as unbalanced as seesaw
My bars as tight as a thousand piece jigsaw
Yeah, our rhymes pressuring you like Dalton’s Law

YOUNG BESA:
Rippin’ it up, shining so bright
Lifting the weights, and feeling alright

SIPDE:
We’re flexin on you fools
We ain’t out of fuel
Draining your energy like milking stool

YOUNG BESA:
We hit it in your weak spot spot spot

SIPDE:
Winning big jack pot pot pot

YOUNG BESA:
Y’all cool but we still hot hot hot

SIPDE:
Now let’s end the song and leave em to rot