Rt - Shots Fired

★ verse ★
Okay, okay, here’s the issue, don’t listen or grab a tissue
Not expecting y’all to listen, i just do this, “quit the dissing”
Only if y’all quit the bitchin’, moaning about what is written
Fire shots at me, don’t expect me not to come back hitting
Had to turn a song down, one with moses and with smoke
Had to tell ‘em i’m out, out the nut house, that was so...,
Telling people calm down, if i ever hear this bloke
Touches her again... i love this girl just like she’s my own
Speaker’s in the corner, therе’s no time to be debating
I see pеople keep uploading, i think that their train’s derailing
Oh, have they been killed? you could call ‘em deadstation
I upload for the thrill, i’ma do this for the haters
Why have people got a problem when i tell ‘em how i feel
Or what i think about ‘em is it cos i’m spittin’ real?
I don’t want what y’all want, couldn’t care about a deal
Cause those already got one had to sell out for it still
You don’t know real lyricism, run your mouth like it’s a crapper
You don’t me? i’m the true definition of a rapper
All this weight i’m carrying is only making earth flatter
Deny it all you want, mark sargent is an actor
Looking like a fool, getting paid for an ad
Don’t put the blame on me because pat left the chat
I take back that diss because you’re a good dad
Even though you ain’t apologised i’ll be the bigger man
Family like to stir the pot, dish it out, get it back
You ain’t no fuckin’ cousin, you’re a div who’s on crack
Yeah, you’ve ran people over but really you ain’t jack
Get loud to me again you’re gonna end up getting smacked
Claiming you’re my friend, when i need you, you just leave
I keep seeing people that i’ve known pass me on the street
I keep seeing my dad, what you want? leave me be
If you really cared about me why you walking passed your seed?
I don’t care if i see you, i ain’t gonna hide my face
I ain’t memeulous shit, i’ma do what i say
If i want something done, i’ma do what it takes
And if you’re in my way i ain’t slamming on the brakes
I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree
I’m a taylor bitch, taylor-made, yeah that is me
If em ain’t me backwards then i’m a cheat
I ain’t an effing feminem, cock it back, bleed
John wick has got nothing, it is me, i am coming
Just talk crap, don’t look back, keep going, just keep running
Rappers mumble, stupid pricks, what is this? gonna stumble
Getting big, looking shook, give the hook, down i’m gunning
I didn’t write this song to get anyone’s attention
I wrote it cause this anger’s in my possession
I need to let it go or i’ma be sectioned
I didn’t mean for none of this, sorry for the mention