Lyrics Plastic Rappers - Kid Buddha

The last of the truest
It's Buddha I influenced
All the shooters on computers
Niggas Lying in music
Time I prove that you don't do this
In this Backstabbing industry my eyes on the Judas
All you trash rappers ass to me you faggots always losing
Cap on every track and mastered beat you bastards always ruin
I'm packin rappers in a hookah
The game backwards at improving
I'm the Best at this rapping how many times I gotta prove it
Angel flow Put wings on ya backs like you was Cupid
They mad at me how casually this kid Buddha do this
Just for thinking you can rap wit me a casket and a suit is
Gonna naturally just have to be the next thing you pursuing
Stupid I really do this Stats is accurate in my music
I rap circles round these circles round these circles round these loser
Sitting back i gotta laugh they tracks confusing In they music

Don't get mad dawg these facts dawg
The facts and what you spit on tracks just never seem to match dawg
Fake niggas mad a Puerto Rican takin black card
You never took the half cut and mixed it wit the half raw
And made the brick stretch like it was warming up for basketball
Copy paste music I'm appalled these niggas rap at all
Fake followers n streams the fuck you niggas rappin for
Trash rap faggots acting who can cap they asses off

Fucking sound the same all you dummies fucked the game
You know that God don't like ugly niggas faker than they chains
Momma said that As a man all you got is ya name
All these falsified claims i need some proof in what you sayin
Just admit this ain't legit it's all a character you playing
You never had to plead the 5th at county visits wit ya man
You never made a brick flip like bitches tryna get a tan
I know I'm running outta luck so I been sticking to the plan
Niggas still fronting n I ain't talking putting on ya mans
You can't fool a gangster you might do it to the gram
Everything you see im made of cuz im living what im saying
Never acted in my raps a nigga really spitting pain
You niggas cap on every track n just repeat what I be saying

You gotta pay the price you wanna talk about this life
That's why these niggas got me tight they even try to touch a mic
Putting pain in what I write pray I made it through the night
Then niggas hear they favorite rapper try n imitate they life
So then they get consumed by all the fame and all the ice
Then you niggas start believing in this falsified life
And all them bots on the gram got you thinking that you nice
Until a nigga like me starts to step up to the mic
And real niggas start to press you on the bullshit that you write
Last of the real won't ever feed into the hype
I said congrats on ya deal and ya 360 rights
Sucking dick for a feature yeah the label gotchu right

I really Had the trap jumping like it hopped a border fence
I Couldn't pick between two choices how I made quarter flip
And in these streets I got endorsements that'll warrant what I did
Studio in bandos I'm still recording at the crib
You only got the beat left if you just rap bout what you live
You niggas 40 still rappin but you don't support your kids
The only thing I ever fronted was a mother fucking a brick

Check my history nigga resume and my stat sheet
Longer than a list of black names at a track meet
Old school era leave you niggas on a back street
Body in the trunk like it was luggage in a taxi
You side walking niggas trash always tryna act street
Get ya shit right before you ever try to rap beef
Wit a nigga who been doing this since Buddha crossed the Black Sea