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lirik lagu fmcudhdeoy$: - oldboy

[intro]
ayo

[verse]
you drop ten tapes a year, i still don’t hear a hit
you flood the game with sh~t, but that don’t make you it
quantity over quality, you just f~ckin’ spit
your last sh~t flopped, not even yo’ b~tch gave a sh~t
streams don’t mean respect, you feed the system
every track sound like the last one missin’
same f~ckin’ pain, same weak~ass rhythm
ain’t no growth, just you b~tchin’ and wishin’
mad at the world, but you a scared~ass hoe
you scream on the mic but can’t land one blow
motherf~cker act hard in a video though
cryin’ in a verse like a motherf~ckin’ show
you a washed~up b~tch in a flooded stream
they prеss play once, then forget you clеan
f~ck yo’ brand, f~ck yo’ dream
you rap too much, you don’t say a thing
you the king of nothin’, just a clout~built trick
another tape dropped? b~tch, that sh~t was mid
same sound, same hook, that’s your shtick
you drop f~ckin’ albums like a motherf~ckin’ glitch
you record all day but don’t make no heat
fifty f~ckin’ songs and not one repeat
yellin’ on beats like that sh~t’s elite
but you sound like a hoe with sore~ass feet
you cry on tracks like a b~tch in stress
tryna flex pain but it don’t impress
f~ck your grind, your process a mess
you drop nonstop, but still feel less
blackballed? f~ck off with that
you flop ‘cause your sh~t sound flat
all bark, no motherf~ckin’ bite
just another fake thug screamin’ into the night
same sh~t every tape, same d~mn tone
cryin’ over pain that ain’t your own
rap like a kid in a f~cked~up home
talkin’ ‘bout streets, but you barely grown
b~tch, your beats sound cheap, your pen went ghost
you drop so much, your fans hate most
hoe, we tired of your sh~t, that’s facts
your albums feel like a f~ckin’ tax
you the motherf~ckin’ face of oversaturation
a whole discography of pure frustration
hoe, how the f~ck you got so much to say
but can’t write a single line that stay?
b~tch, you a treadmill rapper, no direction
just circles and chaos, no f~ckin’ reflection
your pain sound scripted, your rage synthetic
you a motherf~ckin’ bot with a human aesthetic
you scream “real” but act like a hoe
rap tough as h~ll, but scared to grow
f~ck your tapes, they all sound slow
more drops than talent, that’s all we know
you got ten motherf~ckin’ kids, but no classics
just playlists of bullsh~t and tragic theatrics
your motherf~ckin’ tape was a snooze, no magic
talkin’ like a thug, but your voice too passive
hoe, take a break, do somethin’ else
stop floodin’ this b~tch with your mental health
you ain’t deep, just loud and selfish
motherf~cker rap like he beggin’ for help
f~ck a rollout, f~ck your plan
drop another tape, n0body give a d~mn
motherf~ckers ain’t tuned in, they ran
your numbers fake, your sh~t ain’t stand
b~tch, you peaked in the pandemic phase
been droppin’ nonstop with nothin’ to say
hoe, we tired of your whiny~ass ways
your name pop up, we skip that page
ain’t no respect when you beg for praise
every verse sound like a cryin’ phase
motherf~cker rap like he stuck in a daze
that pain don’t cut, that sh~t just graze
b~tch, you the blueprint for burnout
loud~ass flows with nothin’ to shout
hoe, your legacy filled with doubt
ain’t no crown for a b~tch who pout
go drop another tape, motherf~cker, go
it’ll hit the trash like the last five, bro
you don’t need a booth, you need to grow
rap like a fiend, but the lines too slow
f~ck your pain, it don’t translate
f~ck your grind, it don’t equate
hoe, your hunger ain’t create
you just flood this b~tch with hate
so motherf~cker, scream into the void
but we ain’t listenin’, we annoyed
b~tch, you a stream stat decoy
droppin’ all that sh~t just to fill the noise
go live again, cry ‘bout labels and deals
but you flop on your own, that’s just real
hoe, ain’t n0body care how you feel
‘cause motherf~cker, you ain’t never had appeal
f~ck your stats, f~ck your streams, f~ck your motherf~ckin’ name
you a mixtape machine, b~tch, none of ‘em flame
all that pain in your voice just soundin’ the same
you f~ck on that b~tch, still ain’t got no claim
hoe, you a legend to bots, not people
motherf~cker yellin’ like a churchless steeple
b~tch, you ain’t deep, you deceitful
your flow’s played out, your pen is feeble
you ain’t real, just a walking complaint
always cryin’ on a beat like a motherf~ckin’ saint
you throw dirt on your name like it’s f~ckin’ paint
but n0body care, we know that sh~t fake
you scream “i’m the greatest!” we just laugh
motherf~cker rap like he takin’ a bath
in the same recycled~ass pain and wrath
you a clown with a mic and a broken path
f~ck your pain songs, f~ck your fake growth
f~ck the hoes you knock up just to boast
b~tch, got kids you don’t even post
act like a dad but you ghost like toast
you a drama queen, hoe, not a martyr
screamin’ from a mansion, playin’ harder
you act like a threat, you a blogger
cryin’ on live like a drunk stepfather
motherf~cker, take care of your kids
instead of recordin’ more trash than the fridge
you post like you pac, but act like a b~tch
no morals, no message, just clips and glitch
you rap ‘bout death like it’s your brand
hoe, but death don’t play on demand
motherf~ckers die for real, you just rant
b~tch, get the f~ck outta that victim stance
b~tch, you drop like a junkie with no sleep
every song feel like a burden you keep
but we don’t feel it, it’s surface~deep
you yell in the booth like a lost~ass sheep
you scream “blackballed!” but you black your own sh~t
rap like your trauma the only permit
f~ck your views, they don’t mean hit
you make more noise than you ever spit
hoe, your fanbase twelve and confused
motherf~ckers still think pain makes you bruised
but the truth is you overused and misused
and your new sh~t’s ass worse than your wet socks
f~ck a rollout, f~ck a cover
you drop every week like a deadbeat lover
b~tch, we tired, ain’t no one recovered
every f~ckin’ tape is just another
your fame’s on life support, don’t pretend
motherf~cker rap like his therapy won’t end
b~tch, you not deep, just a trend
you flood the charts just to still get banned
motherf~cker post like a prophet but sound like a mess
you preach to the kids with no real finesse
hoe, you the reason rap got too depressed
you made pain corny, i must confess
you the fast food of this rap sh~t
easy to get, but ain’t no one miss it
drop a hundred burgers, still ain’t hit
b~tch, i’m full off your f~ckin’ gimmick
hoe, your pain sound borrowed, your rage rehe~rs~d
you cry on a beat like the booth got cursed
motherf~ckers used to care, now it’s the worst
now they scroll past your name like a d~mn reverse
you a walking playlist of missed potential
motherf~cker rap like he got no credential
your flows outdated, your themes all rental
b~tch, your career ain’t even essential
you scream “f~ck the world,” but the world don’t flinch
your drops used to shake sh~t — now they don’t twitch
hoe, you burn out faster than a fake~ass snitch
rap like a storm but you barely a pinch
f~ck your titles, all caps and no soul
b~tch, every tape feel empty and cold
you run from growth, now you just old
like a motherf~cker scared of lettin’ go
you act like trauma’s a brand to sell
but f~ck your pain, it don’t ring well
you scream in the dark like you stuck in a cell
but it’s a gold~ass house with a view from h~ll
you ain’t misunderstood, you just weak
motherf~cker scared of bein’ unique
hoe, every verse feel like a leak
raw emotion, but it don’t speak
you talk ‘bout ops that ain’t never exist
dissin’ fake names just to sound p~ssed
you fight ghosts, b~tch, not no fists
your rage turned quiet, your flame dismissed
hoe, your whole wave died in the flood
you drown in your own oversaturated mud
you drop, we delete, no love, just shrugs
motherf~cker tryna box with shadows and drugs
you not a threat, not a voice, not a leader
b~tch, you a whiner, a feed~clogging tweeter
you make therapy rap sound weaker
motherf~ckers tuned out, not eager
go drop another, see if it stick
i’ll bet you my verse outlasts your sh~t
you the reason this game feel sick
you talk legacy but don’t do d~ck
last words for this b~tch~made fraud:
you ain’t pain, you just odd
f~ck your tapes, f~ck your squad
hoe, you quantity — and i’m god
should i say more?
[bridge]
should i talk more
should i lose control
should i continue?
should say more

[outro]
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