Stop Flaugin'

Ricky Spitzz up off in da cut. One time for realest of real/
Represent the good folks. What they think and how they might feel/
Two times for regular people livin' they lives and workin' a job/
Three times for critical thought. No time for featureless mobs//

Success has enemies. Big butt but she thin in the knees/
Her booty and her legs don't match. Nor the extremities/
But I digress. Just kickin' some rhymes. Relieving some stress/
Givin' it my all. Just for y'all, expect no less//

Can't figure the cause in/
Why these nigga flaugin'/
Must be the applause and/
No self worth they flossin/
Them jack-boy's 'll toss 'em/
Then disappear lost him/
A rapper lay dead on the ground/
Them fans they be talkin' 'bout awesome//

If they ain't rockin' wit me now they never were. Is what it is/
People act real strange 'bout the money and the fame/
When you comin' up they chummin' up. Paper come they gummin' up/
Then someone becomes corrupt. Scandalous. A shame//

But still... I'd rather live my life and chill/
Out to earn. Live and learn. Good from bad. I distill/
But many out here flaugin'. Makes mountains outta hills/
Fraudulent and shallow. Their fountain needs a fill//

My Younguns y'all doin' the most.
Fan keyboard warriors they look at screens gawkin'/
Ricky don't stunt and don't boast/
Ain't nobody as tough as they mouth be talkin'

The industry crumb you like toast/
Chew you and spit you and leave you out balking/
Get you all in then they be ghost/
Flippin' the script. Ain't hip so you stalking//

Can't figure the cause in/
Why these nigga flaugin'/
Must be the applause and/
No self worth they flossin/
Them jack-boy's 'll toss 'em/
Then disappear lost him/
A rapper lay dead on the ground/
Them fans they be talkin' 'bout awesome//

The struggle is real. Po folks Red Lobster come up/
Tryin' to see a Better day. Grub up on some Cheddar bay/
I see how folks-nem led astray. Culprit makes his getaway/
Righteous soldiers die tomorrow. All the cowards fled today//

Vanguard I rep. Maxin' on ten while they all slept/
Stand hard and step. Waxing chagrin they all inept/
Frontin' they moves. Gram money phone. Stuntin' to dudes/
On Monday come blues. With low serotone. a comedown ensues//


Can't figure the cause in/
Why these nigga flaugin'/
Must be the applause and/
No self worth they flossin/
Them jack-boy's 'll toss 'em/
Then disappear lost him/
A rapper lay dead on the ground/
Them fans they be talkin' 'bout awesome//