Mitchell Chantz - Rap For God, Pt. 4
See I don't have a studio to make these inI don't gotta have likes to make me win
I don't gotta have money followers or women
I don't gotta have money followers or women
I was gonna leave you with your pride
But I can't let you hide wide eyed
Having died off those drugs you took
Stuck in a nook
Forced to do it by the book
Even though I'm a rook
Incrementally, I'm instrumentally aimin
Straight for the temple
All mental
Why you faking like you got it
When it's a rental
Dictionary the best utensil
Acapella or not
I'm going straight for the kill shot
Like I'm the white Denzel
Try me and I'm runnin up ya dental
Leave you stuck on fentanyl
Accidental addiction turned detrimental
Incidental sentimental overdose
Blow my nose then I'm at it again
Back to the fundamentals
Not that experimental trash
Ridin waves for fast cash
You a rash kid n you gon drop off
Like ya homies did stuck wit ya mad libs and baby bibs
Providin for six kids
Workin as cashier for lids
For the financial aid
Need shade for ya fade Sid
The money you made ran out
From the hookers you paid
To the drugs you ate
To those chains wit da D grade
It's too late
Times up
Face the blade
It's the trick of the trade
New rappers done came wit the raid
N you old news
D rose d rose d rose
Like you're lil pump the repeater
That arose and became exposed
Tryna pose as a rapper
Engross these fans you imposed
No you froze stuck in a doze
I'm stuck havin to dispose of you composin this verse
I suppose it'll do, who knows
We'll see how it goes
At least it flows and overthrows
Those raps you been spittin
Listen
I was gonna leave you with your pride
But I can't let you hide wide eyed
Having died off those drugs you took
Stuck in a nook
Forced to do it by the book
Even though I'm a rook
Here lemme tell ya a tale
You in jail gettin railed
A piece of rail bein passed around
Like it's airmail without a trail
Forced to avail
Gotchu waiting for bail
Not a chance it'll fail right?
Next year or two go by and you gon die
You ain't gettin out less it's coffin and nail tight
Meanwhile Imma prevail
Assail, impale you whack rappers
Then hide my face by veil
All hail the young hale
Enough of you stale rappers
Step aside or this travail gale in bales
Will cause ya to frail n wail
Have you tell-tailin, derailin, inhalin
Gaspin for air as I'm brailin you like a sail
Lines meant to remind
Lemme rewind
I'm on I'm my grind
You're another Six nine
Just getting signed
Facing a reduced few years
By narking on ya peers
If it wasn't for witness protection
An outline of chalk would be
A direct reflection of your homies precise dissection of your midsection without recollection
Maybe you're nick cannon the anon talkin like u plannin, fannin, stannin over Em wit that diss that missed by 8 mile
Stick to wild n out
For ya future bouts
And keep your kiddie pouts to yourself
On a shelf beside the rest of the raps written by ya elves
Matter of fact I could tell you wrote ya part to invitation
Talkin bout invitation, retaliation like ya skipped ya education
How you gon retaliate if you the one invitin?
Here's an accommodation
Your foundation needs consideration
I'm losing patience
Elvis pussly really?
How bout Soulja boy cranking clanking to the bottom of washed up rappers from blanking
I'm the real Superman
Bringing out my inner Stan for Em standing with the mic disgracing your name embracing from where I came
It's a shame
I listened to ya music
Till I got bored of a verse and six hooks per song
Move along
You and ya ego just don't belong
Imma pick you apart with this work of art
Before I depart, imma shart on ya heart
You upstart, you needa restart, a jumpstart or your raps be nothing but a memoir
I'm a star, a martian from mars with these scars
I flaunt as I'm wipin my taint in your yard
Now I'm Barred from these spars
Cuz I been starting wars, breaking laws
Exposing these haters flaws
Leavin em mauled by these bars
As I'm shovin my balls in ya girls jaws
Layin it raw while she claws my back
Got her back to these walls, she squalls
Next day she crawls
Day after I make the call she hauls
To my house
Soon as she arrives, I take off her blouse
Deprived of the D, she gets on both knees
With ease
I tease, grabbin her double D's
She pleased
Birds n bees in threes from now on
Make her stay on her knees
K's on Vs'
No lease
The money imma seize to meet my needs
Good deeds where I plant my seeds
Murder the beat
Hit me with da feat
No defeats
For da fam imma bleed
Da fam I'm treat
Rinse and repeat
Till I'm gone
Written by:
Chantz Clever
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