A Different Tune E

Rappers talking on the internet, But never nothing in person. See me getting shine while they situations worsen. Labels smile when they see me, Some asking for favors. Starting to realize That y'all my biggest haters. Man, fuck you motherfuckers. I do this shit on my own. It's Friday living wicked, Kicking with some horror movie slashers. I'm not your average everyday wicked rapper. I ain't no actor, been a factor since I Stepped on. The scene fit clean, but now I Know that I'm still slept on. Who do I gotta kill to prove it? Fuck the record deal. I'm on my own making moves, I hope I Make a mil'. Keep north and take the spills Of fools who fake, I'm fucking real. Got hoes that shake for bills. If they don't pay, I break they grill. They say the game can turn a man into A monster. I'm rapping 'til they kill me, Then I'm coming back to haunt ya. They say I don't belong because I'm not a Scrub no more because I make a dough and They ain't show no love. But fuck them bitches, keep on hating if you Have to. Instead of tryna make a friend, Then I might blast you. Been on the avenue, been to your block. You ain't the type of dude to have a Glock. You might get popped, boy. Your records flopped, boy. Go through county hop, boy. I'm making bond, boy. Blow up the spot, boy. Ready to die. Attempted suicide, but I'm still alive. Motherfuckers always saying they got some Opportunities or they got some funk. But when they see me, y'all sing a different Tune, and it goes like this.