Guillotine (Freestyle) - Psychs

You ain’t never been hard, you’re a joke and a clown

Wait, let me rephrase that

You ain’t hard, you’re the joke of the town

I don’t get these guys, why you pokin' around?

I been on business so…

Run me back my bread if you owe me more than a pound

And if not then you can hold more than a pound

They sprint, they shook, I’m walkin' around

I been busy on my work (Damn)

Rappin' is way too natural so that’s why I never rehearse

And everything I spit is actual-actual-actual facts

Hoodies only because I never cap

You rappers lie, I don’t know why you rap

You spendin' money that you ain’t making back

Look, why do you flex?

Yeah, you can talk all the talk

But it’s different when I’m at your neck

You guys have been sleeping on me

It was funny but now I ain’t playing so pay me respect

I ain’t into all the Twitter tweakin'

Talkin' on the TL, we can meet in the flesh

I don’t get why you snappin', cappin'

If you really 'bout the action, yeah we can put that to test

I was fourteen when they called me hard

Worked on my craft and the things I write

I was fifteen when I spat them bars to the people

And I brought tears to their eyes

I was sixteen still writing deep

So they try tell me I’m the emotional type

Seventeen yeah, that year was live

Now I’m eighteen and they calling me (Wait, hold on)

Bar maker, beat slayer, heart breaker

Heat maker, heart player, dream chaser

Chase money, not girls

Chase bread and get paper

Dream crusher on my haters

Hit the scene, scene makers

We ain’t there but we’ll make it

They can see where we take it

We ain’t leavin', we—

I-I-I ain’t even gotta say too much

If you don’t like me, oh well, too tough

They hate that the kid’s not gentle

Never been gentle, bro I play too rough

I can talk on issues that dem man won’t

'Cause the man that we @ won’t do much

And my manager said you’re aggressive

It’s cool but you gotta think about the consumer (What?)

Gotta think about the consumer? Nah

They ain’t never thought about me

I was just another bruddah on the come-up

Doing runners for my gunners, tryna get in on the scene

I was just another bruddah on the come-up

Doing runners for my gunners, tryna get in on the scene

Because I wanna get these numbers

Now I’m knockin' at your door, tryna bang like drummers

But please don’t touch us, my bro’s ain’t huggers

And we been reckless, we don’t care

They wanna judge us because of the joggers that we all wear

It used to be jeans and astro’s

But you wouldn’t know that if you weren’t there

And, if you didn’t hold me down back then

Don’t talk on the kid, don’t dare

Nowadays I find that I’m on my way up

When I’m rapping I love to express the kid in me

I gotta show love to the fans

Without them I wouldn’t be here, are you kidding me?

I gotta show love the haters

Because I’m happy for the pain that you giving me

'Cah all the pain you’ve been giving me is the reason I keep putting beats

inside the guillotines

Guillotines, ugh