Quavø The $auce God - I Hate Rappers

(you know what i’m really sick of?
Shut the fuck up and let me speak
I am sick and tired of making stars)

Aye, aye, aye, aye
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Aye, aye, yuh, aye
$auce gang shit, murder gang shit, nigga
You already know what the fuck it is, bro
Ayo, you niggas wanna hear
What a machine gun sounds like?
*machine gun sounds*
Ohh nah, nah, spinning till my head aches
Coping with my withdraw from these slithering snakes
Apex anacondas hissing back in my face
Pushing bad agendas, i don’t wanna take their place
Okay, okay
Push these mothafuckas out of my way
My way
I be playing suckas, that is my game
My game
Smash pumpkins, singing plain jaine
Plain jaine
Stay locked in, i ain’t tryna play
No play
And i wanna easy way out
I don’t even know how the hell i got this far
I tryna to be a goodie boi scout
Can't let the rest of my life be defined by these damn scars
I always tried to take the high rout
Leading me in circles, right back to these pack of cigars
And i can’t let my family find out
Glimpses of their faces flashing in the midnight stars
Pussy ass rap niggas
I ain’t even gotta fucking rap
Nigga, imma just harmonize
*harmonizing*
I can’t see with all this sweat in my face
My face
Lucky me, i got a/c in my place
My place
Imma tweak if i don’t get out of the h
Fuck the h
Take my weed and imma fucking migrate
Migra- oh, shit
Oh my fucking god dude
Every fucking x beat that i fucking use
Has to start just like this, slow as fuck
Then it slowly fucking builds up
Like the average fucking intro
That every nigga used back in 2012
Or 2014, whenever the fucking year it was
Any-fucking-ways, i gotta rap on this
Average ass fucking x beat
Like i usually fucking do
Because all you pussy ass niggas
Are too fucking afraid to do it yourselves
Bitch nigga
I might just fuck around and catch a lick just to provide
Let bullets hit the ground, reload the clip and let it slide
But i don’t don’t use a gun for real, i stay my ass inside
They say if you ain’t gangsta, that’s career suicide
I hope these rapping niggas take advantage of their time
Instead of pulling triggas, write a mothafuckin rhyme
I guess that makes me corny cuz i want my folks alive
But i don’t need a forty caliber to show i ride
For my shit
Bitch, i die for this shit
If you ain’t tryna spit
Get the fuck up out my clique
Cuz i’m tryna make a hit
Get my homies out the pit
Fuck a feature cuz i sick of getting all these niggas clicks
Oh, shit
Fewer niggas gonna ride unless you give they ass a dime
Wasting time cuz they want yo money whenever you die
Telling lies, say they got you but they leave you when you cry
I don’t mind, it’s the price i pay for being levels high
I know you sober than a bitch but i get more numbers high
I’m addicted to success and cannabis, i’m getting high
But i do not mind the pain if all i do is get real high
I’m high till i die
Bitch, i’m high till i die
Oh, you really, really didn’t think
I was gonna end this song
Without screaming, bitch?
I saved my fucking voice just for this part
This is the hardest shit
I have ever fucking made
You niggas are not ready for this
This goes out to every inconsistent nigga who don’t drop
What’s the matter with your vision, i thought you were on the clock
You ain’t ever gone see me submitting up my fucking spot
Take this underground division, bring it to the fucking top
I don’t see you posting shit so, pussy, you can’t fucking talk
Bitch, go walk that fucking walk before you walk it how you talk
Close yo mouth around my mic cuz most you niggas are some opps
Causing total drama in this bitch, i’ll send you to the docks
He sleeping with the fishes cuz i got that nigga popped
Like k.dot in this bitch, cuz every drop, i’m shooting shots
What you got, mothafucka why i should believe you
Show me what these average mouth breathers fucking see in you
Hate to be so harsh but i just sick of all you so called artist getting all the spotlight
Fuck, mothafucka, shit
I been in the dark so long, the light be blinding me sometimes
But i gotta keep it strong so i don’t lose sight of my mind
They’ve been waiting on a song they can relate to when they high
Let me hit this fucking bong we can take it all in stride
In this rap game, imma keep my fucking keep distance
Half you mothafuckas can not rap without assistance
I got too much shame to let you mothafuckas have this
I just made three different songs without an adlib
This goes out to every inconsistent nigga who don’t drop
What’s the matter with your vision, i thought you were on the clock
You ain’t ever gone see me submitting up my fucking spot
Take this underground division, bring it to the fucking top
I don’t see you posting shit so, pussy, you can’t fucking talk
Bitch, go walk that fucking walk before you walk it how you talk
Close yo mouth around my mic cuz most you niggas are some opps
Causing total drama in this bitch, i’ll send you to the docks
Man
God damn that’s was a fucking classic, bro
You already know it’s a fucking banger
When the fucking beat fades out like that
Ah, shit

Why the fuck are you still here?
The song i over