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Invisible
by Muscotti
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I feel like man of the year
Hungry for the beef like an animal here
Hunt a bunch of people like a cannibal here
I drop bombs, man I feel like a damn cannoneer
I blow a hole through your wall, fuck all of y'all
You can't talk shit with a broken jaw, now homie that's just law
So who're you gonna call when I show up to brawl
The referee can't even call when I show up to ball
It's all buckets, I can score like it's nothing
I drop a banger and you duck it, like it's torture or something
It is, You can't stand the fact the man can rap
I make moves and you still stuck inside the zanny trap
It's a small town so shade is known to be thrown
I sit high and proud but people tryna dethrone
I'm the greatest for a thousand miles let it be known
Each direction, intersection, or any place that the trees grow
Don't push my buttons like tryna turn the computer on
I make a call and get my first person shooter on
My homie like Freddy Krueger with that Ruger
Act foolish and he'll pull it and he'll shoot 'til your medulla gone
Huh, huh, Muscotti really shinin' now
Haven't made a shitty track in a while now
I called the hit man and then I started wild n' out
Now let the alcoholic rapper give you shit to wine about
Clocks tickin' but I'm finna shut the timer down
I'm gettin' older every day, I gotta grind it out
I drop classics, you drop wack shit
You get a bad review like Gordon Ramsay eatin' at a China House
Or pull a Simon Cowell and let you know your fuckin' time is out
Send you from the stage, right into the grocery isle
Tell ya not to stock the hot sauce, the heat I'm spittin' now
Is givin' my ass cotton mouth
Ain't shit to laugh about, nothin' is funny
If we talkin' about my money
I been grindin' and I been hungry
Now there's rumblin' inside of my tummy, my blood is running
Now shit is about to get ugly, and we gonn' fight it out
Go toe to toe with lyrical individuals
YFR will touch your soul, and I don't mean spiritual
Though I thank God daily for all of the miracles
But this year I'm praying that I'm no longer invisible
I feel like man of the year
Hungry for the beef like an animal here
Hunt a bunch of people like a cannibal here
I drop bombs, man I feel like a damn cannoneer
I blow a hole through your wall, fuck all of y'all
You can't talk shit with a broken jaw, now homie that's just law
So who're you gonna call when I show up to brawl
The referee can't even call when I show up to ball
It's all buckets, I can score like it's nothing
I drop a banger and you duck it, like it's torture or something
It is, You can't stand the fact the man can rap
I make moves and you still stuck inside the zanny trap
It's a small town so shade is known to be thrown
I sit high and proud but people tryna dethrone
I'm the greatest for a thousand miles let it be known
Each direction, intersection, or any place that the trees grow
Don't push my buttons like tryna turn the computer on
I make a call and get my first person shooter on
My homie like Freddy Krueger with that Ruger
Act foolish and he'll pull it and he'll shoot 'til your medulla gone
Huh, huh, Muscotti really shinin' now
Haven't made a shitty track in a while now
I called the hit man and then I started wild n' out
Now let the alcoholic rapper give you shit to wine about
Clocks tickin' but I'm finna shut the timer down
I'm gettin' older every day, I gotta grind it out
I drop classics, you drop wack shit
You get a bad review like Gordon Ramsay eatin' at a China House
Or pull a Simon Cowell and let you know your fuckin' time is out
Send you from the stage, right into the grocery isle
Tell ya not to stock the hot sauce, the heat I'm spittin' now
Is givin' my ass cotton mouth
Ain't shit to laugh about, nothin' is funny
If we talkin' about my money
I been grindin' and I been hungry
Now there's rumblin' inside of my tummy, my blood is running
Now shit is about to get ugly, and we gonn' fight it out
Go toe to toe with lyrical individuals
YFR will touch your soul, and I don't mean spiritual
Though I thank God daily for all of the miracles
But this year I'm praying that I'm no longer invisible
