15 Styles of Rapping! [2019]

[Part I: DaBaby, Crypt, & Comethazine] [Intro 1: Quadeca (as DaBaby)] (SC) Yeah,  yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Quadeca (as DaBaby)] Now  I'm on the list, ain't no listenin' Y'all on my dick made me sick, y'all so sickening (Huh?) Now I carry a stick and I stick it in She  tryna ask for a pic like she pickin' him (She pickin' him) I  got all of the benjamins, wat'h for your bitch (Hah) I'm the one that she follow and messagin' (Yeah) I  don't know if she sick, but she swallow my kids Make it look like she swallowing medicine (No cap) Yeah, yeah, huh? I'm going pyscho (Yeah) I  might give that bitch fifteen minutes or more I'll insure it, like Geico (Hah) You best watch your mouth when you talk to me Make a mistake, ain't no typo (No cap) The bitch end up fuckin' wit' me, she got suction on me Ain't no lypo ([?], hah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Quadeca (as Crypt)] They don't like the way I rap, take it back I'm just tryna make these tracks, make 'em last Got a lot ahead of me, I hate the past Gotta be a massage for me, but it breaks your back Basically breaking the bacon, I'm makin' 'em mad, mistakin' 'em People patiently payin' him, hoping that he has to hang wit' him The M.V.P., the jealousy I hit 'em wit' it heavily, it's shakin' 'em ([?]) 'Cause I got my pick of the litter, bitch, I'm really the winner Vomit, 'cause I'm sick of the bitterness and Twitter kids, I don't give a shit Rejectin' my message before they even consider it Ridiculous, how they triggered by my words? They illiterate They don't want me to win because I am different I'm really to the top, they wanna stop, but they some ignorant idiots So the minute it finishes, I'ma kill 'em with discipline Got off on the wrong note, like a dissonant instrument Uh, yeah [Verse 3: Quadeca (as Comethazine)] Back on my motherfuckin' new shit I got a bag, 20K, that shit exclusive I put Goyard on my waist, that shit expensive I gone so far, résumé, that shit extensive ([?]) [Part II: NLE Choppa] [Intro 2: Quadeca (as NLE Choppa)] Yeah, yeah, yeah! [Verse 4: Quadeca (as NLE Choppa)] Bitch, I'm the beast, pop just like grease (Huh?) They try to bite me, I knock out they teeth (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Sick with this shit, think I got a disease (Woah, yeah) Yeah, that bitch do not pray, but she all on her knees (Huh?) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! (Huh? Huh?) That lil' bitch wanna give me some top now (What?) I let it pop out (What?), I had to pop off (Huh?) Jumpin' on top of your block like some hopscotch (Huh?) I hit the three, don't need no shot clock (Nah) Knock, knock, knock, lil' bitch you a knock off (Yeah) Everybody, they playin' with me And they all on the bottom, 'cause now I been on top [Part III: Lil Tecca] [Verse 5: Quadeca (as Lil Tecca)] I got all the cash, I got all the bands now She shakin' her ass, I feel like the man now Bitch, don't even ask, you can't get no handouts Get no handouts, you know I stand out I feel- I feel like she want it, I'm really ballin' (KJ Productions) I'ma shoot you if you talkin', it's gonna cost it I feel- I feel like the man now Hit you, you the man down, you the man down [Part IV: Tom MacDonald] [Verse 6: Quadeca (as Tom MacDonald)] I'm white and I'm sad, and I'm sad that I'm white And they'd love me if I was just black like the night Why can't I be white without having to fight For my beautiful eyes that are blue and so bright? They're offended and triggered, it makes me so mad I didn't have slaves, I am not like my dad So why have these people been treating me bad? I'll say I'm just trolling, thank you for the bag I'm white! And they say that's not alright, yeah! It makes me wanna fight! [Part V: 6ix9ine (2019)] [Verse 7] *Cricket chirps* [Part VI: Classic Chance the Rapper] [Intro 3: Quadeca (as Chance)] Ah! GC on the track, boy! [Verse 8: Quadeca (as Chance the Rapper)] Life is like some tennis, the ballin's been makin' a racket Like Kardashian with the actin', the fakin' and plastic It's basically magic, I prayed with all the days I imagined Seein' myself up on the screen, ain't had no cable, just static Wet dreams of maple bacon and mansions Racist faces with panic, bigger than glaciers, Titanic I'm playing Madden with Anderson Cooper, my beef Kobe like the Los Angeles hooper You cannot cancel this, I handle maneuver (GC on the track, boy!) For example, I grew this money tree with ample manure I'm just a mammal with some bite, yeah, my enamel cuts through the Bullshit they threw, so, in Canada, that's true, though I sampled everything in my Costco, then I ran, Naruto-style Sometimes I feel like a planet, and sometimes not, like I'm Pluto I bring the fam together, then I fuck it up, like a game of UNO! That's just part of my philosophy, I'm like word to Russot I'm certain you know, got a perfect new flow, who knows? (GC on the track, boy!) Ah! [Part VII: 2019 Chance the Rapper] [Verse 9: Quadeca (as Chance the Rapper)] Too much water in my lemonade drink Do it for my daughter, I be dressed in all-pink Battleship, Battleship, you know they all sink (Seriously, what the hell are you doing?) I'ma do me! I don't care what y'all think I got blue feet, I'm like in Monsters Inc.​ Glass, glass, glass, glass, glass, they all clink That's, that's, that's the wah the rah the ball bin- hahaha Sh- [Part VIII: Lil Nas X] [Intro 4: Quadeca (as Lil Nas X)] Yeah, uh-huh Underwood Beats [Verse 10: Quadeca (as Lil Nas X)] I'm up on my tractor (Tractor), I wanna go faster (Faster) All around the pasture, "Howdy" to the passerby's Life gets rowdy, then it passes by Life's exactly like the cattle's cry (Yeah!) Yeah, I wanna go faster All around the pasture, "Howdy" to the passerby's Huh, life gets rowdy, then it passes by Life's exactly like the cattle's cry (Bitch!) I was like, "Howdy", it skidaddled by Too many snakes in the grass and they all gonna rattle by Huh, yeah, life ain't no roses and daisies, this shit ain't no apple pie Hold up, huh, yeah, this ain't no apple pie! Bitch! Haha... [Part IX: Rick Ross (as Rick Ross)] [Verse 11: Quadeca (as Rick Ross)] Around so many new faces to match the blue faces I get what I want, don't ever do favors These days, life's a trip, I got some new laces Swimmin' in women, bitches who actin' too gracious Say, "Gracias", these exotic sauces and sorbet (Huh) Got this bitch from Brazil, she telling me, "Olay" (Uh-huh) All day, in Costa Rica with the roleplay (Yeah) So many thorns, on the journey to the Rosay (Othello on the beat, uh) [Part X: Pi'erre Bourne] [Intro 5: Quadeca (as Pi'erre Bourne)] Oh yeah, huh [Verse 12: Quadeca (as Pi'erre Bourne)] All this time I'm just findin' in my head Some days, I'm the motherfuckin' man (What?) One way, bitch, I turned it and I ran Runway, I just touched down in Japan Yeah, I ball, someone tell a friend Hit the mall, do that shit again Callin'? I'ma send it straight to mail Stylin', got that drip just like a snail, yeah [Part XI: Dax] [Intro 6: Quadeca (as Dax)] (It's Dax!) [Verse 13: Quadeca (as Dax)] Sometimes, I wonder why life is so hard and it's slappin' you right in the face (Damn) I came from cleanin' up toilets and workin' for hours and still wasn't in the right place (Phew) I was alone and so lost and just trapped with my thoughts, tryna make it- I ain't had no manager! (No!) I was a janitor, I took my dreams and the world and I shot myself through the diameter! (No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!) I was destined to be (Yeah!) at the top and the best in the league (Yeah!) I remember them messin' with me (No!), but I'm winnin' it regularly (Yeah!) [Part XII: YBN Cordae] [Verse 14: Quadeca (as YBN Cordae)] I bought a Louis V belt, staying true to myself All this jewelry foolin' me, I stupidly fell for it I fell for it face-first, friends change in the worst days But maybe they never had any love for me in the first place That's wack, the fact of the matter is, what matters is facts My soul turned colder than the platinum that I have on my plaques And now my momma never call because she think that I'm busy But I really just been waiting for the moment she'll hit me, yeah [Part XIII: Ignorant Quadeca] [Verse 15: Quadeca] Hol' up, it's time to pledge your allegiance, bitch (Huh, huh?) Somebody call Mike Pence and tell him I killed shit since I was a fetus, bitch (Woo!) I was a dangerous baby, up-up in the manger, I did shit like Jesus, bitch (Ow!) They be too loud with the shit-talkin', soon as I respond it's, "Ha! I plead the fifth!" (Uh-huh-huh-huh! Wait, bitch!) I think I hear something wack (Wack!) Oh, that's just your new fuckin' track (Oh shit!) Uh-huh, she asked when I'm comin' back (Wait, what?) Scream my own name when we fuck, I'm like, "Bitch, it's Dax!" What? Hold up! I said, "Bitch, it's Dax!" You talk nonsense, I said, "Bitch, it's facts!" [Outro: Quadeca] Uh-huh! (Oh shit! Oh!)