Landalin - Shady Lyrics

All I ever hear is "You a wannabe Shady", aye
Swear to God, I bet I know what all of ya'll thinkin'
"Anutha wannabe Slim Shady you know he reachin'"
Anutha wannabe G-Eazy without the haircut
Just anutha Irish wannabe until ya square up
Just took an L to the face, that's McGregor
Skinny jeans, Vans and my old-school sweater
Mad 'cause I just wannabe a cat that rap cleva
While they just wanna talk about the cats that ain't black like
"You should try to do a track with Lil Dicky
That dude hilarious, I bet he sign alotta titties"
Well I don't mean no disrespect, but let me interject
It's just a little pigment and that wordplay intersect
All of this, lateral thinkin' ya'll tryna intercept
I bring 'em positive vibes but they ain't into that
Guess I gotta sell myself short to get a hunnid racks
But I ain't, sellin' my soul to keep it comin' back, 'cause
All I eva hear is "You a wannabe Slim Shady
Anutha Wack Milla who thinkin' he rap killa"
Still these little fake fans tryna play me
Kickin' this wicked ridiculous shit on the daily, cuz
All I eva hear is "You a wannabe Slim Shady
Anutha Wack Milla who thinkin' he rap killa"
Still these little fake fans tryna play me
Kickin' this wicked ridiculous shit on the daily
I remember bein' 15 tryna spit a 16
Swore to God my shit clean, lookin' back it wasn't
Wasn't buzzin' back when I fronted like I was thuggin'
Now I'm buzzin' like Vanilla Ice sideburns or somethin'
Pause it for a second let 'em catch it up
I bet my eggheads get it, get 'em crackin' up
Parallel park every bar, way I back it up
Little dipshits spit it like a lift kit, wanna jack it up
These muthuf*ckas ain't doin' it for the culture or nothin'
I see these vultures tryna circle but I'm buzzin' so f*ck 'em
I'm on a mission to get it, split it 'n' flip it
With my peoples who was with me from the minute I spitted
You get it? You get it?! Ok I think we got it now, (Damn)
All the flunkies I mentioned still tryna jot it down
Ya'll tryna say I was a gimmick but I'm way too inventive
I swear they bout to get this work and there ain't no incentive
All I eva hear is "You a wannabe Slim Shady
Anutha Wack Milla who thinkin' he rap killa"
Still these little fake fans tryna play me
Kickin' this wicked ridiculous shit on the daily, cuz
All I eva hear is "You a wannabe Slim Shady
Anutha Wack Milla who thinkin' he rap killa"
Still these little fake fans tryna play me
Kickin' this wicked ridiculous shit on the daily
Swear to God I'm like a head trip to listen to
I'm flowin' over ya head just like I christened you
But if ya get it, and ya wit it, and ya f*ck with the vision then cool
'Cause ya'll been sleepin' on a kid, swear they slippin' in drool
These other rappers 'bout as deep as a dip in a pool
While I been choppin' 'em records like they was split in two
I gotta split personality when I'm in the booth
I slowly grew into a man when I tatted the tooth
It's 25/7 with the grind and we climbin'
Alotta ya'll got the guts, but not a lot got the linin'
It's funny how they fade away- "Ok hold the phone
I can't fully comprehend the shit that this kid is on"
Could it be the vision, the intuition, the rhythm I'm spittin'
I guess when you been busy killin' man you can't tell the difference
Ain't no slippin' my foot in the door, I'm kickin' that sucka down
And we gone really see who the sucka now, but then again
All I eva hear is "You a wannabe Slim Shady
Anutha Wack Milla who thinkin' he rap killa"
Still these little fake fans tryna play me
Kickin' this wicked ridiculous shit on the daily, cuz
All I eva hear is "You a wannabe Slim Shady
Anutha Wack Milla who thinkin' he rap killa"
Still these little fake fans tryna play me
Kickin' this wicked ridiculous shit on the daily
Wannabe Shady
Thinkin' he rap killa