Lyrical Breakdown of REBOUND (ft. DATPIFFMAFIA) (OFFLINE) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Yeah yeah Yeah, you know the truth is the truth you know? Yeah, uh Uh, uh, when I look at your shit I'm like huh? When I look at my shit I'm like ahhh Wave cap got me feeling like Guapdad All I do is respond, How am I mad? It gets funny the more that you front (that you front) Fore you click, make sure it's what you want (huh) When I'm fucking these alt niggas bitches (yeah) In the public we cool In the bed she be singing I'm fucking my enemies bitches (yeah) We ain't signing no deal She just love that we winning It's on me I'm down with the sickness Counting up baby dollars, decimals, digits I'm fucking these white writers bitches (yeah yeah) They be pushing me out cause they notice the difference Been there Did it (did it) Your side bitch Was with it (with it) Dig it (ha ha) Uh, D-0-N-O-T fuck with me Baby I can't be stopped for real Last nigga tried me broke and lying Baby I heard this man got grilled (I heard) Look at the preacher and look at the spiel Swear on the Bible, I keep it concealed Kissed with no roses I left em like SEAL (huh) Why would I pray for your health? (huh) Baby ill pray for myself (yeah) Why would I pay for your pics, boo? I'm fucking somebody else (for real) I'm fucking somebody better (better) You bitches just fucking whoever Yeah, I'm over the top, uh I get to building off all of the energy built by the opps, uh I get to aiming the flame And the banger gon mangle his top, uh Full Metal Jacket Rapping smacking harder than soap in a sock, uh Key be to lock, I'm meaner than most I cleaned up the flow with a broom and a mop Flow ain't a prop snake rocking next to me I drew the line on the side like I'm Brock Speaking of Brock, line to your face Copied and paste, left not a trace, you gotta taste Shit would've been a Zoom meeting Cause I would've boxed up his face (uh), wait How you talk shit and get caught with no pole How you still up and coming you old Fuck your mama brother sister and niece Baby you failed try to find a new goal We know that sly nigga buying that tar We know you love to put teens behind bars Quarter hires think it's cute when they sneak When we catch him we gon pull him apart It's ugh, it's that way Counting money your pops in an ashtray Getting death threats every week (uh) From some pussies that y'all never see First your daddy got rolled in a sweet (oh yeah) Then you came to my show and got beat (oh yeah) It's so funny you try work it out When y'all niggas can't even stay on beat, huh Yah It's crazy Fix that verse man you Wizard of Oz rapping motherfucker Look, huh All them threats be making me hard (it's hard) Opposite of who you really be (for real) All that shit that you did to your girl I just wish that you'd do it to me He told me to stop dissing his kin (huh?) Oops I did it again (shut yo bitch ass u-) Did you know that your daddy is dead? Know it hurts that you missing your friend (phew) Know I'm selfish as shit niggas know that I'm petty You know we got beef and you know that I'm winning (I know it hurts) Niggas named after baking soda But ain't never touched no fucking coke in your city Pretending thanks to me that bullshit ending Heard your tape glad I didn't get a mention Cause you know how that would've ended, huh Internet think I been playing with shit (huh) You know I'll bitch you in front of your kids Know you a teacher I plan on confronting you Show up in class I ain't packing no Lunchable, nigga Oh my god