Fallacy

When you call Lil' Pump a god, you’re just stating a fallacy
And I blaze everything in sight and that includes the galaxy
Even if you had the science tools you still don’t know your alchemy
And even when you’re in a mansion looking down from the balcony
You better know I spit first, after I heard this shit verse
And after I put the cursor down, it just gave you the motive to curse
You better know I’m the person who can beef like chlorine and destroy you
And after this rap you will be dissed and unemployed too
Once I grab the microphone and then it makes you all alone
I better see you in the zone and fallacies it will be known
I’m a metal foundry I’m fire and that’s shown
You could never make bars, all you do is moan
You must be the wind because the chance that you had you’ve blown
No wonder you sound shitty, you record this on a phone
Fallacy fallacy straight from the galaxy
When you mumble where the fuck’s your audacity
You’re in a fantasy this is reality
Analogy is my bars are my cavalry
Your rap is so weak that even the gravity can pull it down
Sometimes I wonder how
Sometimes I wonder, how these fallacies
Spread like truths, I know, it’s a casualty
People do it casually, me not happily
I don’t know what has got them to rap to me
Got them to rap to me, do it casually
Spread like truths, I know, it’s a casualty
Me not happily, people rap to me
You attack, but it’s only made me stronger
I don’t really care what you say, you will always be away
No you ain’t making my day, yeah so you better best pray
I will make your career lay, I’m not playing, are you ignoring what I’m saying
Spitting these raps but I ain’t making a baby, but they still saying that I’m
crazy
As soon as the people are feeling your shit, you will realize that you do fit in
But you’re soft like a kitten, meet me in the lab, cooking rhymes in the kitchen
Better not be bitching, I throw the ball, you’re only pitching
Like, who am I kidding, not even a goat
No I don’t mean the greatest of all time, taking all rhymes
Yeah sometimes I spit a flow
But looking at the stats even that just ain’t enough to make 'em go
I’m like a ghost, I ain’t hosting anything
Let me get to the point, before I rhyme with anything
Style is weak, but that’s what you get for three years of nonsense
Being honest, it’s your conscience, playing tricks so it’s not an option
If it was optional, I’d play a whole trick on your opticals
Both CD and your eyes, your glasses just won’t compromise
Sometimes I wonder, how these fallacies
Spread like truths, I know, it’s a casualty
People do it casually, me not happily
I don’t know what has got them to rap to me
Got them to rap to me, do it casually
Spread like truths, I know, it’s a casualty
Me not happily, people rap to me
You attack, but it’s only made me stronger