K-Boyd - Old School

(verse)

Yo, i've chose the old school beat with some lyrics
It's the rule of the rap genre
Y'all say that i need to keep the heat
After i defeat critics telling them to take a seat
Better yet a stool
They'd be calling me a fool
Because i would drown them in a pool
That would be so cruel for critics
Even yet
Don't tell me to compete with you
Otherwise i'd eat the pussies out
For the battle to fuel up the heat
Could i be cool enough to do this shit
Bruh i don't give a fuck if i'm uncool or cool
The treat is that i could tweet something
To piss off big fan-bases
Then i'd completely not give a fuck about the backlash
People give me
You'd say i drool after that tweet?
Fuck that, if we meet in the streets
You'd come in short and chubby
Like you can't fight like you gotta be bigger than me
Just like strong wimps tryna act like a pimp
When they're simps
They also tryna get strong like the rock
Shit you have a shrimp cock
White boys saying they're gonna pull up with a glock
You have to drop down and give me 40 pushups
If you're tough
You got some bluff after you've flopped
If you we're a cop, you'd cuff me over little words?
Bitch please, you are one of these sensitive fuckas
Like take a walk outside
Instead of trying to mock me indoors
Do you have a disease?
Shit no wonder why you tryna talk the shit nonstop
When you tryna fuck virtual trees
And i see that you got fleas for not cleaning yourself
I came here to knock you out
But you smell like
You haven't mopped the floors in 5 years
Like p.u muthafucka
Let's state that if i out-rap you
It'll be extreme for you to get a trap on your fate
Let's be straight up serious
And snap out of it and not beef
Otherwise they'll make it out of a meme
But we can clap them out of our way by rapping about them
I had to scrap the song "a lil crazy" off this album
Because it seems i did lose interest in it
If i was in shade 45, i'd freestyle
Ay, i don't care if i'm perfect or not
All i'm here is some certain amount of respect
After an accidental popularity
From one person from 1st grade but in 2nd grade
I decided to do the rest myself
Before i'm at my best like i won't rest anyway
I suggest you to be the guest
When i take over your songs when i get featured
Back in between 2019 to 2021
I was a shitty rapper
But i've improved since sho rilla tried to make me dope
And i can say shoutout to sho rilla
I better be the killa rapper
So i can become godzilla
I will cope with him to preform in shows
I should be better than vanilla ice
That i want to talk to dj yella for the shows
Shoutout to eli & dru boyle
I should boil muthafuckas with the beat and lyrics
I had to foil their plans
On how they're going to destroy my career
Because me and my homies will put fear into you
We won't spoil you just like your parents did
We will give you a severe discipline
Instead of beer as a treat
We will give you soil instead
And you are going to like it or not
Maybe if we discipline you more
We can give you some deer meat
But that shit ain't happening
Because you are going to get beat for the first time
You are going to carry concrete for 2 miles and oh wait
I gotta open my ears
Because i can't hear yo stupid ass saying compliments
I think this is it for the song...