Two Faced

Ollie music

Everybody wanna talk now Kinda funny that we sittin' on the top now Got a problem these days can't calm down Gettin' sick of all these rappers in my hometown They just wanna blow loud I don't really get it, nah And we are not friends boy, get off my dick Begging for feature in my DM's while you go on tryna copy my shit Feelin' like a new me (new me), and it's my time New level I'm focused up on the rap grind So you know, I've been writing all of the best lines I can give two fucks bout a co-sign Or the rain drop or the drop top or whatever, god damn Can y'all rappers just please stop When did mumbling about a bunch of bitches or a car or your chain Become a part of this hip hop? When it's all fake, you ain't even get plays Label paying for it all, welcome to the new wave It's a new day, I'm just takin' everything People always told me I wouldn't, well, think again! We gettin' sick of it, everybody been spittin' it Mumble over words like your mouth has got a dick in it Like "Oh my, stumbled on the gold mine I'm just gonna go in tryna make this shit all mine, ah" I feel like the greatest and I know every other rapper probably playin' my latest Like how did he make this, I really fucking wanted to hate this And man he's taking all our fans, pretty soon he'll be famous And I don't think that it's fair, but really you don't compare Just look in the mirror, you saying shit that we don't care You rap dummies never get it that's why you ain't here Now stop debating who the best when the answer is clear That's real

I'm just on a new wave They all said I couldn't be shit I won't let em waste my time I can see right through their two faces

Told me I was a joke, now look at what happened Everybody back home they were secretly laughing Now when I roll through everybody asking for a picture To follow them on twitter but I don't feel like chatting I fell in love with this rapping and I won't ever go back And to my old friends you can go suck on my sack You stuck in the past, mad cause I'm spittin' the facts Well wah wah little bitch high school don't last I'm goin' up right now Feeling like I own this town I just touched down with the whole team Fake people showing love right now Man, it's getting pretty hard to believe, I hate what I see Rap now is all about pussy and weed Or girls on their knees or talking bout how "I'm so g" Well, that's cool, cause I'm killin' all you wack mc's Bunch a temporary rappers here for the day Here for the pay, just to go and blow it away I'm taking your place, wish you'd see the look on your face And to my ex-girl, tell me now who got played? Or who got game? Everybody knowing my name I'll do it again, talk about the money and fame But god damn it's too fake, goin' insane Losing my brain thinkin' 'bout the shit that you claim Like woo, hey, yeah Back of the bar screaming out "I'm not sorry" While all the girls in the front takin' shots of bacardi Saying "best night ever" while I'm sayin' hardly Got bigger things now, I ain't care about you I'm talking the truth, what the fuck you rappers gon' do I'm slayin' the booth, soon to be stages too And I'm the best 'round here, hope you gettin' the clue God damn (god damn, god damn, god damn)