Issbrokie Just Found Out The Ds Is Older Than Me Lmaoaoao!
[Intro]
Yeah
[Verse]
I was born in '05, a year after the DS
A young damsel in a man's body tryna de-stress
I gave my life for the artistry, no longer depressed
It's recess, twenty years old so far, I got no regrets
So many diary entries and paragraphs, I repressed
You think I'll publish this shit? Nine days I do to keep rest
While people like me inspired by all the shit I speak
Lashed out at, I'm locked inside the studio with self disrespect
Rеcently been getting phone calls, dudеs tryna reflect
The back when it was my lowest like I was not to be left
They like you three-X better than rappers under Elix
For AOTY I promise you they gon' see how we flex
I looked at bro like, we? You was not a reject
Man I was grinding online since the time we ain't even speak yet
And now you wanting my flowers, you ain't even planted seeds yet
Making a rule just to boot us, it's more than five precepts
I do like nine precepts before my show started in my city
I gotta get this right, can't let this shit be 50-50
It's years I put in this shit, like decades, it's really wit' me
I'm flying down to Houston just to sing, bitch, I'm really Whitney
Twitter won't ever get me, it's something I gotta accept
Most of they artists don't got no vibes, it's just charm and neglect
Most of the producers to charge these artists an arm and a leg
'Cause y'all like to act like you was the model, like karma to let
You bar-tards harmless the best, can't even start with the best
I eat every beat, I hit like a farmer
It's karma to say they never alarmed by the text
You gotta pull up and let me know if it's harm that I meant I promise y'all aren't a threat
Retarded comments about my dick for conservative bombs
I've got used to hearing this shit by now, I want murderous ones
Y'all gotta learn with a gun, kinda like Kirk did or some
I'll roll y'all pussy out like she isn't worth it or some
I want excuses to rhyme, right now I do it for fun
I pull up any city and they love me to computer once
Stay up in the crib until I leave like a baby, do it's baby food, they [play?] me like the Yankees
Do I make the same as playing games and stupid shit to make them lose sleep?
Two beats, back to back I'm [mostly?] too deep
Can't go back, reduce peak, loosely, smoke a pack of deuces
Backwoods like I'm Kill Bill, f..ck a movie
I'm a rapper until it's over with
Yeah, so I go and tell them hoes "ISSBROKIE, bitch"
[Outro]
Are y'all done?
I'm off this shit, bro
Whatever
