Wyler Adair - Libra lyrics

I know I've been absent
But the game is off balance
I'm feeling like Thanos ay

Pump, Xan, Purpp, Mosey
Yachty, Keed, Blueface, Tracy
All the shit you made yeah
It's all fucking lazy
You don't have a clue about
What you're doing maybe
You need to go back to highschool crazy
I do this shit on the daily
You can't run it round here
The war has begun and you're getting outdone
Lets start it right here
Gonna make you all disappear

Racks on racks on racks on racks
On racks on racks on racks, bitch
Ay, spent 5 racks on tax
Ay, and I didn't get it back
Ay, all that was a joke like your tracks
Ay, I'm just spitting the facts
Ay, your tracks don't slap
Ay, they just make me wanna nap
Ay, you deserve a slap ay
Yeah, we get it
You got racks but it's pathetic
You flexing, I don't get it
Your brain needs a medic
You don't deserve any credit
Now go jump on Reddit
I don't like you, that's obvious
You're fucking obnoxious
You're fucked in your subconscious yeah

Xan, you haven't left the pram
Still acting like a kid goddamn
Yeah, this is your exam shoulda never left
Cos now the monies falling down
Ay, your music still doing shit
Can barely even listen to it
Makes me wanna commit
After having a fucking fit yeah
Hospitalised for hot cheetos
You've got no amigos
Your careers hit a new low
That's all for now, adios yeah

Purpp, shouldn't even be in the game
Should be in prison
The music is still the same
Flex here, flex there
But ask yourself, does anyone care?
You careers been down to Pump
If it wasn't for him you'd be in a slum
5k first week, that's weak
Your career now looking bleak yeah

Mosey, listen closely you just got a trophy
Worst freestyle on XXL
Now your egos dead and frail
Hair looking like a mop
You deserve to get dropped
Music so shit it's turning people to K-pop
You're gonna end a flop
Never make it to the top
Cos you're gonna get cropped ay

Yachty lets have a party
End of your life got the coffin ready
I bought you a teddy
I know you're young in your mind
I know your relevancy has declined
LB3 worst album for me
Please don't release another, teehee
Your careers about to drop
Next record will be a flop
Cos no ones gonna cop ay

Keed come off the weed
And lets agree you need to quit
Cos you ain't fit to spit
A verse you might be cursed
I'll call the hearse
Money grow old like grandparents
It's transparent your raps are errant
Put down the pen and let me say amen
Before we go again

Blueface deadface
Fuckface yeah
You ain't got no intellect
You should get your brain checked
Cos you're about to get wrecked
So let me go and collect
All your shit and inspect
You don't deserve no respect
To keep it Benjamin Frank
Your raps be smelling stank
Your face won't be of rap
Your mouth be spewing crap
You deserve a slap
All round you're a fucking rat yeah

Tracy you're lazy
You look a little hazy
Work on the wordplay a bit
Then the bars won't be shit
It's time to admit you need to quit
Put down the pen
And don't make me do this again