Psychs - Guillotine (Freestyle)

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You ain’t never been hard, you’re a joke and a clown
Wait, let me rephrase that
You ain’t hard, you’re the joke of the town
I don’t get these guys, why you pokin' around?
I been on business so…
Run me back my bread if you owe me more than a pound
And if not then you can hold more than a pound
They sprint, they shook, I’m walkin' around
I been busy on my work (Damn)
Rappin' is way too natural so that’s why I never rehearse
And everything I spit is actual-actual-actual facts
Hoodies only because I never cap
You rappers lie, I don’t know why you rap
You spendin' money that you ain’t making back
Look, why do you flex?
Yeah, you can talk all the talk
But it’s different when I’m at your neck
You guys have been sleeping on me
It was funny but now I ain’t playing so pay me respect
I ain’t into all the Twitter tweakin'
Talkin' on the TL, we can meet in the flesh
I don’t get why you snappin', cappin'
If you really 'bout the action, yeah we can put that to test
I was fourteen when they called me hard
Worked on my craft and the things I write
I was fifteen when I spat them bars to the people
And I brought tears to their eyes
I was sixteen still writing deep
So they try tell me I’m the emotional type
Seventeen yeah, that year was live
Now I’m eighteen and they calling me (Wait, hold on)
Bar maker, beat slayer, heart breaker
Heat maker, heart player, dream chaser
Chase money, not girls
Chase bread and get paper
Dream crusher on my haters
Hit the scene, scene makers
We ain’t there but we’ll make it
They can see where we take it
We ain’t leavin', we—
I-I-I ain’t even gotta say too much
If you don’t like me, oh well, too tough
They hate that the kid’s not gentle
Never been gentle, bro I play too rough
I can talk on issues that dem man won’t
'Cause the man that we @ won’t do much
And my manager said you’re aggressive
It’s cool but you gotta think about the consumer (What?)
Gotta think about the consumer? Nah
They ain’t never thought about me
I was just another bruddah on the come-up
Doing runners for my gunners, tryna get in on the scene
I was just another bruddah on the come-up
Doing runners for my gunners, tryna get in on the scene
Because I wanna get these numbers
Now I’m knockin' at your door, tryna bang like drummers
But please don’t touch us, my bro’s ain’t huggers
And we been reckless, we don’t care
They wanna judge us because of the joggers that we all wear
It used to be jeans and astro’s
But you wouldn’t know that if you weren’t there
And, if you didn’t hold me down back then
Don’t talk on the kid, don’t dare
Nowadays I find that I’m on my way up
When I’m rapping I love to express the kid in me
I gotta show love to the fans
Without them I wouldn’t be here, are you kidding me?
I gotta show love the haters
Because I’m happy for the pain that you giving me
'Cah all the pain you’ve been giving me is the reason I keep putting beats
inside the guillotines
Guillotines, ugh