Текст песни Mistakes - KEiTH PHELPS

I heard you niggas' albums
Them shits sound like a mixtape
Better yet, them shits sound mistake
When you was in the booth, you shoulda gave up on your fifth take
Eatin' all you niggas like a fuckin' Ruth Chris steak
I gotta problem, maximum disdain
For niggas that love to ride around stuntin' on Biscayne
While they albums and verses smell like a fuckin' shit stain
My shit is dynamite, bitch bow to your sensei
None of y'all was prepared for the ball swing this way

I'm here to judge
Single stroke, that's the gavel
Tell the truth, you ain't seen nobody like me, nigga have you?
Comin' through the game with the chopper, nigga I had to
They love to treat ya boy like attendants that's in the bathroom
Even those I went to class with
Love to give me tips with the same nasty hand that they fuck and wipe they ass wit

I made this beat for an artist who signed to Capital
A young hustler just tryna triple up my capital
Staring at the phone tryna figure out what happen tho
Cuz this the soundtrack for a rapper that goes platinum
Reconnected at his show and right after the mingle
He sent a freestyle back like I ain't send him singles
Like I ain't send him shit that was slayin' his whole album
That probably woulda produced a better financial outcome
Giving niggas heat, they love to cook up shit without none
The way I'm blocking all these motherfuckers when the clout comes

No TikTok bars, melodies, or felonies
No record executive nepotism ahead of me
Just somebody who studied HOV and Nas
And sees the entire rap scene through Pusha T's eyes
Niggas won't hop out they leased Benz to get at me
Do it come with extra cheese cuz you ordered Twitter beef?
After enough Hennessy
Then you aim your pen at me
Hoping that when we both done we'll all stay frenemies
Publicist working his hardest to make amends with me
While tryna source more than the truth from those who kin to me

Do better or die that's all I got for you
I'll even help pick a cemetery slot for you
Flower on your headstone to thicken the plot for you
Going toe to toe with Keith Phelps, nigga it's not for you