Lies
{YBG Fidee}
(Chorus)
Them bitches be tellin me lies they exaggerate.                                         Smart when it come to this shit like I graduate.                                                I beatin yo ass homie let me elaborate.                                                           A young rapper better than you like dilapidate.                                               The last of the last homie lemme congratulate.                                             The best of the best and I finally collaborate
And the rest who are best ain’t like me to snap at 8
You rappin at 13 I’m rappin wit rapid eights
{YBG Fidee}
(Verse 1)
I’m gettin myself all mixed up wit the disses
I’m pissed at the fact that nobody stopped sippin
They mumblin verses I’m spitting my business
And if I stumble rehearsal don’t make me a dipshit
Murder yo ass and I don’t leave a witness
You may call me witless but you bet I’m vicious
I ain’t sweet like Marshall but sour like citrus
Somebody got shot what you talkin bout Willis
I ain’t that religious
On scales of Olympus
No riches or bitches I put you in stitches
Then to live give you a couple of minutes
Takin you down like in record time Guinness
Record time Guinness
Dropping like flies like in record time Guinness
Record time Guinness
Gettin myself all mixed up with the disses
{YBG Fidee}
(Chorus)
Them bitches be tellin me lies they exaggerate.                                         Smart when it come to this shit like I graduate.                                                I beatin yo ass homie let me elaborate.                                                           A young rapper better than you like dilapidate.                                               The last of the last homie lemme congratulate.                                             The best of the best and I finally collaborate
And the rest who are best ain’t like me to snap at 8
You rappin at 13 I’m rappin wit rapid eights
{Arsonist}
(Verse 2)
All they ever said was I was wack
Said I wouldn’t make it so I got up and fought back
I had ta
Do what I had to do
Pulled a gun
Told no one to move to move
This is a robbery oh it’s true
I want the game don’t need the money dude
I just wanna be heard on a larger stage
So I waste my time on a masquerade
Showin everyone these raps I made
Tryina convince them I’m the next out the gate
Like a bulldog I got that lockjaw
Bitin your style as I naw it off ya
Doin it better cause your a lost cause
Got a list of names your the last I crossed off
Agent 47 in the makin
Linin you up for the assassination
I see a good shot I take it
And you cannot dodge me, this is not “ The Matrix”
I’m the bourbon of rap let’s face it
Cause you take shot at me and you get wasted
Your bars are like a blonde chick
All just basic
There ain’t no cup of Starbucks that can save it
Oh did I offend you
Out of the hundreds of fans your the one I have to attend to
Drive me mental
So essential
Snappin easier than a number 2 pencil
I’m tired of this woke mentality
I speak my mind all of y’all tryina battle me
Get a scrap outta me
I call it verbal fatality
Comin back this season like it’s spring allergies
No drugs but it’s high time you gave up
Your like water cause you lack the flavor
Spit so many flames I burnt my taste buds
I’m ruthless cuz that’s how I came up
I’m just keepin it real
You gotta pay the price and your medical bill
Just another excuse to pop a pill
Please don’t tell me I gotta chill
“Oh I just do it for the fun and the thrill”
Well I got a hobby too
It’s called the art of the kill
{YBG Fidee}
(Chorus)
Them bitches be tellin me lies they exaggerate.                                         Smart when it come to this shit like I graduate.                                                I beatin yo ass homie let me elaborate.                                                           A young rapper better than you like dilapidate.                                               The last of the last homie lemme congratulate.                                             The best of the best and I finally collaborate
And the rest who are best ain’t like me to snap at 8
You rappin at 13 I’m rappin wit rapid eights