Still Rapping From My Closet

Uh, yeah
Still rappin’ from my closet three years later, where’d the time go?
Still glad I didn’t take that deal, I made a lot of dough
Still trimming grass short as fuck, the snakes are lurking low
Still middle fingers to the critics, yeah, they know what for

I bought my crib, bought my neighbor’s
Just like I said that I’d do
Everything I spit inside these raps is nothin’ but the truth
Think that I exaggerate? Of course you do, but that’s okay
I did everything you said I couldn’t do, now what’s your play?
“Buried Alive” just got a four out of ten
I’m ‘bout to celebrate this win and diss them bitches again
You fuckers think that your opinion matters? Well, think again
You and all ten of your friends circlejerkin’ to my pen
I’ve listened in, “Crypt is dissin’ us, he’s really pissed again”
“I’m so happy someone knows us, we should say some shit again”
“Say something about his grandmama, that really digs in him”
Man, y’all ideas are more dead than her, fuck out my DM’s
Oh, you think I ain’t remember compliments behind the scene?
But then I see you trashin’ me up with an alternate I.D
I know I like to say that I don’t give a fuck, but that’s a lie
I kinda care too much, that’s why I hope you motherfuckers die
I’m ‘bout to go beast mode, you know I’m better than the rest
Even without my A-game, that still means that I’m the best
I got more bars than a modem sig, you know I’m as cold as it gets
Robitussin couldn’t touch me bro, I’m so frozen with this
Goin’ toe to toe would be your second mistake
The first mistake you made was thinkin’ you could step to my face
I don’t discriminate, black, white, asian, line ’em up
Not afraid to wreck a race, figure eight, pile up
I’m spittin’ shit that’s hard as stone, but people take it for granted
My life is crazy, not a second’s gone the way that I planned it
‘Cause I don’t limit my challenges, bro, I challenge my limits
The rest of y’all be scared to take that leap of faith, so good riddance
‘Cause I don’t fuck with y’all
Quick to treat you like a strand of thread, you know I’ll cut you off
Life is hard, so toughen up, young one, because you fuckin’ soft
It’s like you purposefully tried to miss my bars, so you duck and fall
But every time I rap, it’s like they leave the fuckin’ oven on
An up and comer in this bitch
I’m the boogeyman, got ’em under covers in this bitch
Hidin’ hopin’ I don’t hear ’em fuckin’ mumblin’ and shit
But I smell the fear up on ’em, like they tumbled in the shit
Mutombo in this bitch, block ’em, make ’em fumble with the bricks
Rumble with the Crypt, leave you six feet under in the ditch
Run ‘fore you get hit, leave you fuckers stumblin’ and shit
Humbled with the licks, that’s how the cookie crumbles when you’re Crypt
Overthinkin’ is a bitch, honestly, I’m exhausted
So before I stop this music, and they lay me in my coffin
I’ma give it all I got, ain’t really got another option
Still rappin’ from my heart, still rappin’ from my closet, bitch

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