Crypt, Lex Bratcher - On The Map lyrics

When they look at me they
Don't think I can rap, yeah
You know I gotta cut my patties with a stack
Yeah they don't be knowing I be
Flowing on the track, yeah
I guess I gotta put my ass up on the map
Yeah

When they look at me they
Don't think I can rap, yeah
You know I gotta cut my patties with a stack
Yeah they don't be knowing I be
Flowing on the track, yeah
I guess I gotta put my ass up on the map
Yeah

Look at me (look at me)
People don't know when they look at me (nah)
That I'm 'bout to hop on
The flow and just ride
On the shit outta sight like a wilder beast


(giddyup) i'm killing these chickens and
Killing these asses
About to prepare me a dinner feast
And I bet they'll still
Bring me haterade cause
God needa side when I'm in a beef
It'll take pride when I'm
Killing every beat
Every verse seal 'em in a hearse
When they deal with me
I be killing niggas in they own shit
Middle East when they put me on a feature
They be uncomfortable like they put
Me in the middle seat (ha ha, ha)
Actually, they won't find me
In the backstreet 'Cause I'm finna go ham
It's just passed me
In the van with my hand on the backseat
Hungry for blood then I'm reaching
Off of the mat
They gon' talk when I hit the coffin and
How I put the sauce on a track
And then ate the beat with a fork
And see how they all gon' react
Me and Crypt when we on a song know
We took them all to the max
We took them all out the bag
And then we pulled the cord
Put 'em in body bags and we
Took them all to the morgue
Hannibal Lect style cause sometimes
When I am bored
I strip a rapper's body have
It baking like wild boar

When they look at me they
Don't think I can rap, yeah
You know I gotta cut my patties with a stack
Yeah they don't be knowing I be
Flowing on the track, yeah
I guess I gotta put my ass up on the map
Yeah

Look at me (uh)
People don't know when they look at me (uh)
That I'm finna get on the
Track and even though I'm
Fat I'm gonna lap any mother
Fucker wanting the gas and say "woah
You don't look like any other
Rapper that I know"
So don't blink you won't think I can't rap
When I lash back with my flow
Swag on, but it's in my rap
When I eat is the only
Time that I count racks
Baby backs and not the stacks of cash
And people say I'm whack and
Lack in stash to that
But I pay with a plastic piece worth 3
Times more than your ass can keep
But I'm just not flashy with it I'm humble
You more back seat driven I'm frontal
I'm so cold, but y'all don't know
Like I'm a rapper undercover
Y'all keep jacking with me and rubbing me
Wrong bitch I'm a come up
All of a sudden all these artists
Acting like they're the best
But just like the marks on my stomach
Bitch that's a massive stretch
You passive aggressive at best
So I'll pass your
Ass a vest to protect your chest
From the lashes I vent that
Lay your ass to rest
Bitch watch you stretch
Then when it comes to crunch
Time my bars are sublime
You'd think it's prom the way you
Bitches dance around my punchlines

When they look at me they
Don't think I can rap, yeah
You know I gotta cut my patties with a stack
Yeah they don't be knowing I be
Flowing on the track, yeah
I guess I gotta put my ass up on the map
Yeah

When they look at me they
Don't think I can rap, yeah
You know I gotta cut my patties with a stack
Yeah they don't be knowing I be
Flowing on the track, yeah
I guess I gotta put my ass up on the map
Yeah