PMD Lyrics

Sorry for the wait, pun intended

Wait, I don't even know how to start

I'm tryna think of something but I'm not

Getting anything I keep staring at my pad

Just the screen I'm eyeing I am stuck

(Sike) That ain't really the matter but

It's just these voices in my head that I have

Which keep debating on what to rap about

It's people telling me what to say on a f**king track

I'm about to get in my bag, you are 'bout to get in a bag

That means you're getting killed

It's a manslaughter when I get on the track

Speaking of trucks I'm tired as a vehicle, the burden I got

To do this on my own 'cause if I fall who will send me back up

Like an empty school it'll be impossible for me not to admit

That where I come from you get overlooked when you rapping like this (Damn)

I guess they would want me to sing about the hardship I'm in

But that ain't my thing

So much on my mind what do I rhyme to begin

Soon as the beat drops I'm on it

I'm so sick the mic needs mask when I'm talking

I make these chaps freak out more often

If he's Makavelli's then I'm Kendrick's offspring

These retards hate that I sound foreign

Don't tell me that you have forgotten

That English is our official language

Like the gas out the back of a car I'm exhausted

But I'm still gonna say my s**t

Yeah I know some would hate my s**t

But I bet a couple may like it

So DJ please will you play my disc

I wanna be heard and yeah I might decapitate some kids

That think I ain't got s**t

No disrespect but I can't impress everyone

We ain't got the same likings

I do know some will hate my s**t

And yes I'm willing to take that risk

So DJ play my disc

'Cause some people may like it

Yeah I do know some will hate my s**t (Yeah yeah)

And yes I'm willing to take that risk

So DJ play my disc

'Cause some people may like it

(You feel me)

This dream profession started back in senior high school

Where I lost my electric iron

But then I had more pressing matters slash domestic problems

(Wait a minute) We ain't gonna get to the depths about it

By the way the Four Feet hook was a freestyle on my way to prepping class n***a

Everybody say they can rap

'Till a n***a comes and play Underappreciated

Right then they just feel wack

I recall one rap mate was my top fan on Audiomack

He played my song a hundred and eighty five times

'Cause the big brain that I carry is something to study

I'll bet that

Spitting like this in my country

Would earn me a gunner, the irony

But even if this s**t is about beef

I'm coming for your head like a cow thief

So I'm sitting next to the fireplace

Tryna warm up for the next time I encounter a rapper by mistake

Next time we meet you buy me steak

Think of it like a date, except that it is your ass that gets served on the plate

I cook n***as

Feeding off their tops since I been the one they underrate

E-s-s-e-l brought the plague to any rapper hey

Like the Angel of Death I pass and they all pass away

I pass and they all pass away

I do know some will hate my s**t

And yes I'm willing to take that risk

So DJ play my disc

'Cause some people may like it

Yeah I do know some will hate my s**t (Yeah yeah)

And yes I'm willing to take that risk

So DJ play my disc

'Cause some people may like it

Goddamn it n***a