Leveling Up

(dialogue)

(verse 1)

I live what I rap.

They praisin’ me, tell me they lovin’ my shit.

They know it’s a fact, I’m bringin’ it back.

Unless y’all be spittin’ some lyrical shit?

I’m sorry, but to me? That shit is just wack.

I studied the game, I copied some style.

Shoutout to the greats.

Taught me how to rap.

Now I want a mil’.

Perfecting my skill.

A million bills.

Stress on my back.

If I’m honest?

I’m not livin’ all that great.

Got a lot of regrets.

I made some mistakes.

People be showin’ you love when it’s really hate.

Should’ve just cut the grass.

It would’ve killed the snakes.

And why is it that everyone turns their backs?

Tried to step on my dream, what the fuck’s with that?

Yo I’ll stay to myself.

All alone I rap.

And I’m leveling up, all you do is cap.

I’m gettin’ high, ready to die up in this motherfucker.

I swear to God man, I’ve had it w/ these motherfuckers.

Actin’ a fool, Ludacris in this motherfucker.

Bobby Boucher, I’m goin’ stupid in this motherfucker.

Hold in my bowels, don’t give a shit up in this motherfucker.

Lyrical bullets from the hip, that’s why they call me Stray.

Ain’t no waitin’ till tomorrow, get you hit today.

We wouldn’t have this fuckin’ problem if you didn’t play.

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(verse 2)

The beat it comes back.

Y’all heard that new Cole? Yo that shit was cold.

Got me in my bag, I just want to rap.

I like that old sound, nostalgia is real.

Most trap music ain’t, that shit is all cap.

Relax yo, I don’t mean no disrespect.

I get it.

That bullshit? It cuts your check.

Couldn’t hold a flame to my cigarette.

Addicted to my shit, they need nicorette.

Won’t stop until my track hits #1.

Yo it’s Stray in this bitch, it’s another one.

Without a hater man, life ain’t no fuckin’ fun.

Point in they face & say “damn, you look fuckin’ dumb”

Now they just run when they see my gun. Pull it and pop it yo, I ain’t the one.

Now your just gone, news channel 1. Your Momma sad, I killed her son.

This beat is too hot, y’all are gonna have to run it back.

Rap voice, like a natural aphrodisiac.

Crashin’ through her hole like a motherfuckin’ runnin’ back.

Lick my fuckin’ nuts, deep-throat it down to my sack.

Head so good she’s a motherfuckin’ brainiac.

Crazy on the mic, I’m a motherfuckin’ maniac.

Good idea yo, shoutout Animaniacs.

Why you so oppressed? Sit your fuckin’ ass down, relax.

Nobody nice as me up in this motherfucker.

Ate a eighth of shrooms, now I’m trippin’ in this motherfucker.

Took a couple xans’, now I’m sleepin’ in this motherfucker.

Drank too much, I think I’m sick up in this motherfucker.

Talkin’ all that shit will get you hit up in this motherfucker.

Got a death-wish? I’ll get you killed up in this motherfucker.

Sorry for the cursin’, but my favorite word is motherfucker.

Got a nephew, I got to chill up in this motherfucker.

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