"You Really Need To Quit"

track - beef inst - llouis lyrics - “Yea, like you know? They just really-You know what I’m saying? You know how some people rap different than they talk? That shit creeps me out man. Some folks they really need to quit, yea I heard ya hater Itchy, itchy, itching for a quick fix, it ain’t complicated Competition makes you sick, and that shit percolating But most of y’all are far too dense to learn the basics, you’d rather be lazy I’d rather be amazing, keep flipping the pages, keep the pace in my cranium racing I’m way past hating Ain’t a soul that could say I’m fake with a straight gaze that ain’t trying to take my face Even if my only takeaway is a backspace, I don’t do last place I put in the back of my brain I’m stacking the change, take that to the bank My interest has no cap, it’s only hedged by the game Sledge to the pavement and my shirt sweat stained I’m laying the hammer down, they need to gang up to gain For a buck, they’ll bang To stay sane, exchange trust, flip phrases, and switch up, til they got it in the bag Ok, I lost it, been accosted, but I’m not afraid of the dark Hypotheticals exhaust me, and my light shines bright So I don’t get locked in on back in the day, I’m breaking the chains Cliff G, big tree, every fall I’m turning big leaves I’m a big geek, no pipsqueak, I don’t stick talk little beef TikTok, I keep it brief with these digital freaks Blocked or not, I’m still me on both sides of your digital screen No riddle to read This is an artist with skill lyrically, seriously I get lost in my head cause it’s interesting I don’t nitpick over nicknacks and mixing, I’m not 16 Ya man greasy, get a taste, I’m finger licking Take it easy with that hate boy, I’m fricking eating I’m a rare breed how I mean what I say so uniquely While the silent majority fit in so easily I take pride in treating people decent I aim high, catch feelings, find peace in every piece of me You don’t want no smoke, you know I reek This dope is so potent it’ll have you RIP Yee, I need a second to breath Time out, I’m at the top of the key Like Giannis, maybe a little more Romani No problem, ball is life, in and out of my jeans And the neighbors call police when I’m smacking the beat They’re loving my voice but hate when I speak Background check came back, says no freedom of speech Shadow bans, blacklists, I guess I’m Nietzsche Reap what I sew, seeds in the peat I ain’t counting lucky beans, effort pays every season Even if the field bleak, I believe in The power of positivity to help me reach my best being I’ve been coast to coast in my country, beasting I’m such an animal, they need me treated I’m a hands on person, let me touchy feely Hating what they don’t understand, so they call me a re-re Demeaning, repeating, or, or, or, non sequiturs or whatever’s convenient Listen, if I peaked, you are beneath me Whining and complaining with nothing to teach I’m out the gravel, check that with your meta metallurgy You’re allergic to work so you say I’m hurting And I bet you get a surge of responses Like, who is this person? Or something perverse or perverted Or, oh we should murder him Like that ain’t the same old xyz Cuz I cut up surgically? Y’all babies straight out the nursery You don’t even know your abc’s I could do ya in my Crocs, moccis, socks, or Birkis Any day of the week”