YCK - Beat Template God Lyrics

Said that we're friends but I think not
Wasting my time that I really don't got
All my shit real I don't need no bots
While I'm running right up bout to cop a spot

Make a few beats bitch I'm flowing all the time
Got a sixth sense all my lyrics come to mind
I got it all down don't even need to write
But I make better shit when I'm higher than a kite

Hold on one time lemme use a beat template
Reaching for a diss and you're looking real desperate
Write a shitty verse imma look and reassemble it
Hear the same shit I can see the resemblance

Chat log silent and looking real empty
Clicked on the link that the motherfucker sent me
Got some big dreams hopping out of fucking Bentleys
But it won't happen so you can go ahead resent me

Dazed and confused hazed and reclused
Spitting real shit every time I'm in the booth
My name was just a joke I didn't know what to choose
I decided I would keep it going back to my roots

Shit going down bitches sipping grey goose
They wanna know how everything that I produce
Imma keep my secrets they don't know my ways
They can keep on going I won't be dismayed