Stateside Blake - Getting Started Lyrics

First and foremost let me get this out the way
I don't give a single care about what you have to say
I've been doing this on my own and ill do it again
All of you are mega fake, and then suddenly my fan

You say you ain't like me, and that's cool, I'm not stressing
But when I drop a track you praise me, say that's impressive
No time for your games I'm only focused on the bread
Don't text me less you need me, Imma leave yo self on read

I've kept my mouth on silent and its been way too long
Imma say what I'm feeling only once in this song
Say I'm fat, then retract, boy you lookin like a tic tac
I know all y'all listening so accept this as my comeback

Keep my name out ya mouth, always hating on me
If I speak, Its direct, disrespect me then you flee
Say you could rap better, boy your lyrics be a mess
I could start a track for you, and you couldn't do the rest

I'm back, wait did you think I dropped the track
Don't worry, I'm still here, I was getting a snack
Someone fire back, I need fresh air to breathe
Someone hop on a mic so I can send you six feet deep

I do this in my sleep yeah its really not hard
Some of y'all be struggling, be poopy like a barnyard
Some of y'all think your good, but you really need to stop
Don't worry ill and wave on my way to the top

If you want to fight, then I'll throw one at your dome
Texting me your addy and then suddenly you're not home
Thought you could do better but your not even close
Only afford to dress better, i do this in torn clothes

I'm heated, I stay seated, I don't stand up for you
Say you fuego, boy you're play dough, my beats sick like the flu
Say you'll fire back but you know you'll never follow through
Keep talking all this smack, hey, whats new

This my longest track and I'll keep going off
But I've covered everything, need to know you're a flop
And you probably a snitch you be running to the cops
Attracted to my light, you be looking like a moth

I could keep going, yeah this is easy peasy
Talk trash on my tracks till in person when you see me
But its cool man, let's see you do it better
We already know you as hard as a feather

How long did this take me? A week a month a year?
I did it in an hour just to flex on you queers
Mumble when you rap, my lyrics crystal clear
I have my audience, you fall on deaf ears

Alright it's the ending, Im afraid I gotta go
My phone be blowing up gotta answer my hoes
But take this as a lesson, don't mess with my flows
Cause my clapback would be murder I'm putting on a show