GodAWFUL – No Superstar Lyrics
[Verse: godAWFUL]
Now pardon me while I get it in, it's suttin like my sedative,
And a book full of lines defined by his medicine,
And I've yet the break the fine print I kept within,
NO I will not be aligned with the rest of them,
Cause I don't write rhymes, I don't make beats,
I incite, and I pave streets,
So don't try if you ain't write in the same key,
Been in in my mind or took strides with the same feet,
And I put up those 8 bars,
I doubled down, even when the house was showin' face cards,
Became a different man and let the sound take charge,
To take me to the top, or take me to the graveyard,
And either way I am cool with it,
Too concerned if it's fresh to to be concerned if it's lucrative,
So as I consumed every maneuver I knew for this,
I said forget it, I'm just come on some newer shit,
And all they can say is "WHY SWITCH THE STYLE BRUH??"
Fuck you, same reason you ain't using dial up,
Sized em up, set out for the long mission,
Set a release date before I had a song written,
And I hit the mpk like the a break addict,
I'm bound to raise the bar, and spend my paycheck at it,
Tryin to make music in a world the often makes static,
And they got the balls to tell me, what I do ain't rappin?
Like I'm too angry, or I'm too deep,
Or I don't knock I need to make some new beats,
Got quit that typing shit, cop a loose leaf,
And start reppin' new haven, just so he can prove street,
And they just lucky that I when I got a new lease,
A year ago, probably woulda left em with some loose teeth,
But this the new me, a rhymer at it's finest,
Ain't tryin' to be awful no more, I'm trying to REDEFINE IT
So you can treat the words of god like the word of god,
But if you heard em live, fuck it you ain't heard em rhyme,
And I can't verbalize how much I deserve to shine,
But real talk, that shit ain't even a concern of mine,
Just want to let em know they ain't foolin' ours,
You ain't drip blood, ain't been through the scars,
This is for those who don't know who we are,
HI, my names godawful, and I am no superstar,
Now pardon me while I get it in, it's suttin like my sedative,
And a book full of lines defined by his medicine,
And I've yet the break the fine print I kept within,
NO I will not be aligned with the rest of them,
Cause I don't write rhymes, I don't make beats,
I incite, and I pave streets,
So don't try if you ain't write in the same key,
Been in in my mind or took strides with the same feet,
And I put up those 8 bars,
I doubled down, even when the house was showin' face cards,
Became a different man and let the sound take charge,
To take me to the top, or take me to the graveyard,
And either way I am cool with it,
Too concerned if it's fresh to to be concerned if it's lucrative,
So as I consumed every maneuver I knew for this,
I said forget it, I'm just come on some newer shit,
And all they can say is "WHY SWITCH THE STYLE BRUH??"
Fuck you, same reason you ain't using dial up,
Sized em up, set out for the long mission,
Set a release date before I had a song written,
And I hit the mpk like the a break addict,
I'm bound to raise the bar, and spend my paycheck at it,
Tryin to make music in a world the often makes static,
And they got the balls to tell me, what I do ain't rappin?
Like I'm too angry, or I'm too deep,
Or I don't knock I need to make some new beats,
Got quit that typing shit, cop a loose leaf,
And start reppin' new haven, just so he can prove street,
And they just lucky that I when I got a new lease,
A year ago, probably woulda left em with some loose teeth,
But this the new me, a rhymer at it's finest,
Ain't tryin' to be awful no more, I'm trying to REDEFINE IT
So you can treat the words of god like the word of god,
But if you heard em live, fuck it you ain't heard em rhyme,
And I can't verbalize how much I deserve to shine,
But real talk, that shit ain't even a concern of mine,
Just want to let em know they ain't foolin' ours,
You ain't drip blood, ain't been through the scars,
This is for those who don't know who we are,
HI, my names godawful, and I am no superstar,
