作词 : Alex Kelly/Joe Mulherin

作曲 : Alex Kelly/Joe Mulherin

This the end of all that fake sh!t

I'm y'all replacement

Ain't no difference between you rappers

Y'all all make the same sh!t

Yeah my flow is phenomenal

Build the beat like bionicle

I'm the proof that if you really want it, this sh!t is possible

Yeah, the whip is lemon scented and the windows is tinted

Had to switch it up a bit so I could say it's authentic

Little b!tch go run and tell all of your friends that the old Oliver's dead

I'll stop pretending, think I'm just gonna be myself instead

I do this sh!t for everyone who's showin' me love

I'm either workin' on the music or I'm rollin' it up

Man y'all be so played out, you trendy rappers gotsta go

If you lookin' for that fire, know you f!ckin' with a pro

You see me spark that cigarillo, then I take a puff

Some days I want to call it quits, feel like I had enough

You got me so f!cked up if you think I'm 'bout to quit

'Cause I care way too much about my family and this rappin' sh!t

No, you won't find me at the club, I bottle pop at the crib

Rollin' up and celebratin' all of my accomplishments

This right here on some honest sh!t

I'm only rappin' from my heart

If I was worried about the hits

I'd make some pop sh!t for the charts

In my bedroom zoning out

Know my drip got end the drought

All the kids who rockin' with me, ya'll know what we talkin' 'bout

Yo this the end of all that fake sh!t, I'm yall replacement

Ain't no difference between you rappers

Y'all all make the same sh!t, b!tch

I cry myself to sleep like almost every night

I hope you know I'm no angel

If I die alone on my bedroom floor then that's alright

I hope you know I'm no angel

It's the reaper creeping slow, I know you see me when you dreaming

Been a minute, I was in it, I came back, but now it's seeming

Beneath the scene they preaching to the teens to pop them beans, so

It seems to me you need to scheme and fiend to stack them c-notes

At night, I contemplate about my time on the earth

And every day I gotta choose between the verse and hearse

Suicidal, anxiety inside of denial

And my head is my rival, but see, the pen is my rifle

These other rappers so concerned about the money and fame

But I got kids who tell me that they held a gun to they brain

Then they put it down when they heard a line in my song

And that's something more important than what station I'm on

Y'all aiming straight for the charts, I'm aiming straight for the chest

I only speak from the heart, you only riding the trends

You f!cking goof, so try and say I'm lacking the juice

I'll bodybag a rapper, tag 'em, and send them back to the booth

I cry myself to sleep like almost every night

I hope you know I'm no angel

If I die alone on my bedroom floor then that's alright

I hope you know I'm no angel

I cry myself to sleep like almost every night

I hope you know I'm no angel

If I die alone on my bedroom floor then that's alright

I hope you know I'm no ang