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Got these rap dudes pissed and mad
I'm spittin' facts, don't you know it's tit for tat
If you get us, we'll get you back
Get your wig split in half for fifty racks

Got these rap dudes pissed and mad
You're spittin' trash, everything you've written's wack
Pics with bands on Instagram
We'll hit your pad with sticks and masks and lift your stash

You don’t wanna throw barbs at the king
I’ll throw your body in the harbor with a carton of tea
Push your fuckin’ wig back like your barber’s asleep
Tit for tat, the villain’s back; I’m carvin’ a niche
All that I see is clowns like it’s carnival week
Claim he a boss, but he look like a target to me
Be careful startin’ your Jeep when it’s parked on the street
Talk is cheap, but you speak to the sergeant for free
I heard they gettin’ features from these artists for cheap
But I won’t cheapen my artwork regardless of fees
It’s hard to believe they’re fallin’ for these fraudulent schemes
Wear my heart on my sleeve, put it in the bars I unleash
Only rap to beats I own, I don’t borrow or lease
To each his own, we’re either gonna starve or we feast
Leave me alone, keep the chrome in the car on the seat
If he has chose to be Capone, I’ll leave a scar on his cheek, mothafucka

Got these rap dudes pissed and mad
I'm spittin' facts, don't you know it's tit for tat
If you get us, we'll get you back
Get your wig split in half for fifty racks

Got these rap dudes pissed and mad
You're spittin' trash, everything you've written's wack
Pics with bands on Instagram
We'll hit your pad with sticks and masks and lift your stash

The emcee your friends worship; don’t rap, I pen sermons
The TEC squirtin’, turn his white tee to a red version
You would think it’s Alien, the way his chest bursted
They can’t put him back together with ten surgeons
How the heck y’all recycling guest verses?
I’m willin’ to bet it wasn’t likely his best purchase
Dawg, you could’ve bought your kids some shoes
A Christmas gift or two or maybe fixed your tooth (eww)
Ain’t talkin’ British food, brought the biscuits through
The only time you on the block is that list you use
I heard your mixtape, the shit came with mixed reviews (6.2)
I bet you wish you never lit this fuse
These pricks will do anything for Insta views
Go against the crew? Bitch, I predict your doom
Hope you enjoy the little view from your hospital room
Death is certain, you better pray it’s instant too

Got these rap dudes pissed and mad
I'm spittin' facts, don't you know it's tit for tat
If you get us, we'll get you back
Get your wig split in half for fifty racks

Got these rap dudes pissed and mad
You're spittin' trash, everything you've written's wack
Pics with bands on Instagram
We'll hit your pad with sticks and masks and lift your stash

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from Feast or Famine (The Second Helping Deluxe Edition), released September 20, 2022

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A Rapper Named Nati Three Rivers, Michigan

Three Rivers, MI, based hip-hop artist A Rapper Named Nati has been penning rhymes since 1996. He met Dutch producer Rob Maestro in high school, circa 2004. Fifteen years later, the pair have been anointed Self-Proclaimed Kings. (Pronounced “notty.”)

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