Fuck Yourself

Look, I’m steady writing bars
Every chance I get/
But half the time I spit
Don’t even get a compliment/
When half the niggas after me
Ain’t even half as sick/
But got the crowd tripping
Like they took too many tabs of thizz/
It’s got me mad as shit
For all the time I dedicate/
Every sentence written
With precision of a metal blade/
Still ain’t respected
So it’s led my brain to question fate/
Will I ever catch some fame
Or always stay second rate?/
I guess I’d better wait
'Cause if I want to find out/
The only way’s to tie down
And grind out right now/
No timeouts
My craft is my lifestyle/
Rhyming morning, noon, and night
'Til my name’s in lights, BLOW!/
And if you don’t fuck with me
Then you can fuck yourself/
I got my family
I don’t need your fucking help/
I’ll drop these masterpieces
'Til you fags can’t even help/
But recognize that I’m the next
In line to grab the belt/
Said if you don’t fuck with me
Then you can fuck yourself/
I got my family
I don’t need your fucking help/
I’ll drop these masterpieces
'Til you fags can’t even help/
But recognize that I’m the next
In line to grab the belt/
Don’t fuck with me
Then you can fuck yourself/
I don’t need
Your fucking help/
I’m the next in line
To grab the belt/
Fuck what a rapper sells
Yo, what’s he got to tell?/
But this shit’s still pretty hard
Without encouragement/
I’m trying to turn a cent
Into a trillion with these verses/
It’s got me incertain
If this work is really worth it/
And searching for the purpose
If these earnings never surface/
Discouraged hardly serves
As any worth to this emotion/
Heart frozen, will broken
Soul screaming keep going/
So I’ll never sleep hoping
For that moment when I make it/
Stay praying, mind racing
Impatient from the waiting/
'Bout to take it while you playing
Ain’t got no other choice/
I fail at this, my whole
Entire life will be destroyed/
I’d rather die than reach a point
Where I decide to give it up/
Intentions my decision, bruh
I don’t need no freaking luck/
Layer 1(x2):
Fuck what
A rapper sells/
I’m the next in line
To grab the belt/
I don’t need
Your fucking help/
Don’t fuck with me
Then you can fuck yourself/
Layer 2:
Fuck you
If you don’t fuck with me/(x3)
I’m 'bout to be
A motherfucking king/
Fuck you
If you don’t fuck with me/(x3)
I’m 'bout to be
A motherfucking king nigga/
Fuck you
If you don’t fuck with me/(x3)
I’m 'bout to be
A motherfucking king/