Lyrics False Gods - HiJackt

Shit...

Yuh
Aye yuh
Shit
Shit, Yuh, Yuh

Livin in the night now
They don't wanna fight now
They don't wanna fight now
But they are gonna right now

Listen Imma get it Imma show em what I'm all about
I been sick of how the enemies will come around
Tellin me I got a talent and a pretty sound
Maybe you just love it cuz you thought I couldn't run it down

Run it back, what is that? Never wanna go with Jack
Only wanna target when we didn't know the kid could rap
Now we better let em know, where is Cardi at?
People wanna strip search, arrest her, cardiac

Nah I'm playin that's a joke, do you understand?
I'm a Wiz with the notes, got a Hunnid Bands
Need a challenge on the floor, not the runnin man
Easy to impress em but I'm thinkin really nothin can

Y'all are really two faced, man I don't approve
If I'm ever in a pickle I won't go to you
Wanna show me love, but it wasn't true
Fuck em and the fakin Imma do it how I wanted to

Runnin my lane Imma take that
Man you all sound the same and I hate that
But I'm not gonna change how you made that
So fuck it let em run it let em say that

Sick of these games y'all are fake love
Sick of these fakes you can hate us
But the words that you spread they were made up
Guess you bought some time better pay up

Man you piss in the wind till the shit go down
Imma miss when you dissed cuz I love that sound
Think of this, reminisce, take a few more rounds
Gonna hiss, gonna bitch, till I run you out

Play every day, till the shit go down
Better pray when I say that I love that sound
Hate, never stay, for a few more rounds
Better make it today 'fore I run you out

I been fuckin irritated and I'm sick of all runarounds
People thinkin they are better cuz they made a sound
All the people with an ego bigger than a house
Livin in a dream now you think that you can run your mouth

Blood is in the water got me feelin like I'm Witt Low'
But you can be a dick cuz you're a hit now
That's the kinda attitude that isn't getting shit now
You're a rapper, not a god, fuckin sit down

You're really lettin fame get into your head
And you ain't even famous you ain't makin bread
But your buddies always play it so you know you're gonna make it
You should listen to my shit, maybe then you'd learn to face it

Ou, that's a bloody little mess
You can talk a little shit but can you put it to the test
All you really want is fame, and I know I shoulda guessed
I was hopin you were real, but you're just like the rest

God damn, guess I shouldn't be surprised
I been tryna keep it real, you been tryna keep the lies
I don't really get the deal, what's so hard with bein nice?
I don't wanna be the villain thought you needed some advice

I don't wanna be the villain
Sayin Jack you're gonna kill him
Now I see that you been filled in
Maybe later but until then

Piss in the wind till the shit go down
Imma miss when you dissed cuz I love that sound
Think of this, reminisce, take a few more rounds
Gonna hiss, gonna bitch, till I run you out

Play every day, till the shit go down
Better pray when I say that I love that sound
Hate, never stay, for a few more rounds
Better make it today 'fore I run you out

Thinkin you a god better sit back down
Yuh aye
Maybe you should stop better sit that out
Yuh yuh
Thought that you were real you don't fit that now
Aye yuh
You don't get the deal Imma hit that now
Ou, shit
Talk a little shit say you don't like Jack
Yuh, aye
Better cut that shit man I don't like that
No, no
Your numbers are weak man I made twice that
Shit, yuh
Know you heard my lines Imma bring it right back
Yuh
Shit...