In My Feelings Pt. I

Yeah, I guess I'm back again
I'm trynna flip
These niggas like a record
But I need to scratch
Them off the list
Cause I'm from the East side
Where these niggas
Try to get the bag
But they really raise the flag
And that's facts
Yo niggas might run up
On you with a gun
I tried to go back
To the nice days
Hoping I could
Find some ways
That would help
Me fix this rap shit
You can check the rap sheet
No-one got the rap game
But they claim
To be fucken versatile
I could name a few rappers
But I'm not the jail type
They might make my bail tight
But I'm trynna make the rap right
I think I need to catch a flight
From JHB to somewhere else quiet
But I see the rap game moving like

Yeah, I think I need
To fix this game
SA Hip-Hop is dead
I'm trynna get some bread
But I really need the cream
Cause cash rules
Everything around me
They told me
That I won't make it
But I really had to do it
Just to show them
That it's very simple
All you gotta do is just
Find some samples
Make your shit work
And try to chase your dream
Let the Youngking
Takeover the game
This is not a diss song
Just a wake up call
All you need to do
Is pack your raps in a box
And leave the fucken game
Cause you only
Do it for the fame
That's why we don't give
A fuck about your name
And you wonder
Why you never
Move the game
Cause you always
On some trends
Trynna stay fucken relevant
Fuck this rap game
I could diss all these rappers
And still be a fucken King
No-one can match the style
We can never make a tie
I will always take
The number one spot
Cause the shit
That I jot sounds like Ether
You might just
Need a long breather

Yeah, uh
Step up to the mic
And it's a homicide

Oh no Youngking
Don't do 'em like that
You gon' fuck around
Leave 'em ruin like that
Just pack the game
And leave it like that
Just pack the game
And leave it like that, no