GDP - Butter Scripts lyrics

[GDP - Butter Scripts lyrics]

Everyday of my life gets impressively realer
Wake up on another stranger's couch
Put in real work
Pay me enough for my next meal and a blunt
And I'll rap my ass off
Till the club closes up (check 1)
Last time some people ain't notice
Critics snubbed their noses, know this
I never play just the tip
Up in this balls deep all the way in hip hop
Check me if you wanna
Wet Orange on the corner smokin' marijuana
Remind the motherfucker why I started
Listenin' in the first place and wordplay
But they don't know their ass from
A hole in the underground
Or indie labels give cats the runaround
Other MCs go platinum in a week
Timeless does not mean a popular single, we
(mic check 2) kill all that whack shit
You either ante up or cash-in


Check 3, they fine with absurdity
The last two years took their toll on me
But besides that I feel electric
Render me MC Ren meets Quest
It goes rappers for breakfast mCs for lunch
Dinner reserved for any DJ
That spins crunkstep
Fuck a punk cause I ain't him
A lot of my contemporaries ain't shit
So I come at 'em with a passion
Rarely seen last hip hop went fashion
If you hear me you act like it
Dead broke with my dignity
And that's priceless or so the saying goes
Turn my phone off and stay home
Demonstrating soul

I keep writing and writing
And writing and writing
And writing and writing
And writing and writing
And writing and writing
And writing and writing
And writing and writing

When the beat knock it feel like a jetpack
Knowin' full and well with each
Stroke of the pen that
Every word could potentially reach
Thousands of listeners
They never been to church
Sinners, all of 'em suspect
They can't hold a steady job
So they're "Fuck rent"
Dirty jurors like my drug tests
If you ain't scurred move up front then
While I proceed to move the crowd
Lotta' people leanin' on me and
I wanna' do 'em proud
And I gotta' lot on my plate besides that
Where's your grind at?
Cats act like they're as a unicorn
Go from lukewarm to scourged
Any day, stage, age range, or place
And it would be presumptuous to say I expect
Any more outta' this than butter scripts
I'll never be financially stable
And I can live
With my head a million places at once
So long as the bass lines up
And have the party jumpin' like
Bloods getting jumped in
Get your skull crushed over something as
Insignificant as metaphors and synonyms
We're probably spitting "That's my dog
Like Rin Tin Tin" go keep another career
Or selling your soul to have mass appeal
It's too shout out for the masses to feel
I don't keep it if it's not real
Cause, I am who I am, ain't who I ain't
Poison to young minds like lead paint
In displaced anger, another straight banger
Courtesy of ideas that keep getting stranger

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