[Intro: FabvL]
DPS hit with me text
Text, tex-

[Verse: Daddyphatsnaps]
Everybody, they got something to say about my ability
"Can he switch it up, yo, where's the versatility?"
And ninety nine percent of the time I have humility
Well, this ain’t one of those times, you motherfuckers killing me!
Don't you want me to rap? I'm a motherfucking rapper
I ain’t doing rock ballads, ain't the crowd I'm going after
You grew up in an area when it's cool to run your mouth
I grew up in an area that you don't want to know about
I'm a beast, better pipe down on the attitude
From thе beach, baby, I ain't talking 'bout Malibu
Come to my altitude, but makе sure you rocking a parachute
’Cause it’s a long way up, and I drop 'em like paratroops
I don’t mind a little criticism, if you show respect
I just try to take a life and make it glisten through the pen
And I get it, you can't help what's said when on the internet
But this pen will turn your favorite rapper to a silhouette
You out of pocket, what you really think that I ain't with the truest?
"What, that is my opinion!" That opinion’s fucking stupid
Had to level up three months ago, and thought that I had proved it
But you hoes are never satisfied, what I got to do? It's really crazy
Maybe I should learn the ukulele
Maybe then you'd tell your stanky friends that what I do's amazing
Even then you'd probably tell me that my style isn't changing
"Daddy, every rap you put out it's just sounding really samey"
Shut the fuck up, you really trying to say that I ain't fire?
When the only time you listened to me rap was on the cyphers
Only Killshots sniper, and I'm aiming at your head
No heart, there ain't even use in aiming at your chest!
When the shots fired, you don't wanna be in my path
DP, don't play with me, I might Snap
Here's how it works, you hate, then I laugh
Boy, I'm running Nerdcore, you ain't? Bum my ass
"What about real rap, don't you want to have some relevance?"
Like Double XL? Naw, I speak in full sentences
I know real hood, I was eating from the trash
So I see straight past, you plastic ass hacks
You ain't never lived that, you ain't never been strapped
You ain't never clapped Gats, your raps, they lack facts
If you really think about you're in Nerdcore too
Only difference about us no ones heard your "tunes"
And you, I ain't forget about you popping that shit
What you think that I won't check you 'cause you mob in my clique?
You were all up in the vent, you ain't slick, I caught ya
You won't even get a vote 'cause I clip imposters
If you even think I'm talking 'bout you, then you did it
Got you sweating, I can see the bitch in you when you fidget
Ball them baby ass hands, your fists are too infant
You can't even clap back, your limbs are too midget
So let me tell you one last time, so we're clear
You don't want to take the path you took to get here
If you pop that lip, I will rock your shit
Stop playing with the fire, you are not that lit
[Outro: Daddyphatsnaps]
On Monday, you can get it!
On Tuesday, you can get it!
On Wednesday, you can get it!
What about Thursday? You can get it!
On Friday, you can get it!
On Saturday, you can get it!
How about Sunday? You can get it!
And every single day you can get it, ugh!