Adam Calhoun – Starter Cap/The End Lyrics
I started back when you actually had to rap
Starter hats backpacks pen and pad
Start s**t rap beef put on wax
Only white boys in a neighborhood that’s black
We had to go there to show we had skill
But we ain’t from here so I hope we don’t get killed
This ain’t Eight Mile, we were really in the field
And if you ain’t Eminem then you ain’t get a deal
Cash rules everything around me, facts
But now it’s percocets and gay ass face tats
Get your chain snatched missiles aimed at you made back
They ain’t bad for some white boys
That came across the train tracks
They say I’m country rap, s**t I’ll take that
Change that, make it so country rap ain’t whack
Face smacked, eight oh eight slap
F**kin with my ape ass
AR banana clip kill your damn face back
White rapper, this cracker might slap ya, wife snatcher
This is real life Dog, but I know you like actin
White trashin fight scrappin never know what might happen
I can’t f**k wit you little boys, Mike Jackson
Pick and roll, pick a flow, this year gonna be different though
I’m Michael Jordan, you just Scottie Pippen h*e
Give and go, listen bro, this s**t should be dipped in gold
Like the rings on my hand and my sales digital
I started back with this rap
had to explain myself
Faggot ass rappers
Y’all should all hang yourslelf
I grew up bangin L
I ain’t talking about Cool J
That s**ts fo gays too gay
But that’s how you all rap today
Kill you like Husein
Tried to not let me in the game, too late
Hold up, let me change this s**t
At least get your bars up to par
Before you start acting hard on the gangsta s**t
Sell your booty for some views and some likes
But you can’t do nothing to me when you on the mic
Oh you want a fight
At least drop a couple pounds
Spar a couple rounds before you lose your life
This cracker cold, cracked the code
Ameracal that went gold
Dropped the throne then came war
Now Billy Goat is at your throat
So here we go back on tour
This one going around the globe
I just say it how I li e it
And that’s how the story goes
Alright what I say, I said uh
Off the last album, I said uhm
I rap about my country so they label me country
You faggots disrespect the flag
I’ll smack you for my country
If that ain’t country, I don’t want to be
In this industry with a bunch of wannabes
That ain’t me, this is the Billy Goat
Motherf**kers need to learn how to rap again
They love you then they leave then they love you again
So f**k em, I don’t need em, I ain’t f**king with them
It seems like nowadays I got a bunch of new friends
I wonder if they’ll be there when it comes to an end
Class in session, rap style aggression
You could say I’m passionate about my profession
Got more flows then bass pros whole
Fishing pole selection
This about progression
You’ll see in just a second
You stuck in the mud
Take a seat, learn a lesson
What dumb f**k
I’m the best, no question
And If you disagree
You can aim in my direction
I bet you miss every time
Like where the f**k did you learn how to rhyme
Youtube reactors missing e ery line
Like what the f**k
You deaf, dumb or blind
I’m not even trying
Who’s next up in line
Trying to be friends s**t
Dishing me your rhymes
Trying to get a mention
Hit you with a hammer like that kid from Indiana
F**k the pictures, f**k the cameras
Think you’re tough until you get handled
They love you then they leave then they love you again
So f**k em, I don’t need em, I ain’t f**king with them
It seems like nowadays I got a bunch of new friends
I wonder if they’ll be there when it comes to an end
