Текст atlas – tHat part verse

Alright, look… nobody can fuck with my mood right now
I just bought an Xbox One with rap money
I just wrote a tHat part verse in thirty minutes
And I’m happy as fuck, so, uh…

You won’t catch me stiff with a mean mug, mixing a lean cup
Twisting the weed up, or blowing smoke
Cause I’m spending my Visas on ordering pizzas
Needing to eat, bruh, I’m going broke
I just stay in my room, make paper for tunes
It’s like the newsprint section where Garfield at
Catering to all of them haters at school
Cause now I made it and them fools, they all feel that

So I be rushing in to kill ’em like a villain in a mask
Put your feelings in the bag then duck
Everybody claiming they the best, got em banging on they chest
But nobody else impressed, like, «Bruh…»
Ain’t nobody realer with the raps, you ain’t even gotta ask
Need proof that bad? Ah, fuck
Lemme go in business mode and bite the Kendrick flow
For just a minute, show ’em what’s up

Said, «Record me, so your beat get plays»
You corny like a Frito-Lay
I’ve got freaks that could beat Soleil
They roll deep in the East Coast bay
Your best bet is to bleep these words
Before they reach locations
Off-course like a secret place
Press charges, I beat your case

I said, I’m a God, so when they say «No way!»
Just straight pause ’em and play this tape
Just straight pause ’em and play this tape
Cause I’m a God when they play this tape
And y’all know that I’m a-okay

I said, I’m a God, so when they say «No way!»
Just straight pause ’em and play this tape
Just straight pause ’em and play this tape
Cause I’m a God when they play this tape
And y’all know that I’m a-okay