[Intro]
[Guy, spoken] "Gettin' high with it, it's 2 O'Clock!"
[Girl, spoken] "It's that late?"
[Guy, spoken] "You might be smokin' too much of that shit."
[Guy, spoken] "That shit's gon' rob you of your ambition."
[Girl, spoken] "Not if your ambition is to get high and watch TV."
[Both] *laughing*
[Guy 2] Ain't no time for faking jacks, stop faking jacks
Brothers who fake jacks get laid on they back
[Verse One]
It's Centient
Rapping these new bars that don't make sense and shit
The name starts with "C" hence the relevance of counterfeit
But I'm sentient, with an "S"
I'm self-aware of a basic bitch
Don't come at me with no pumpkin spice shit
I'm in this game, I'm runnin' it
They think they flow better
My flow's exact
Man with all these posers, search, get good at rapping quick, lifehack
We're rapping so hard, been spitting these bars
They don't even know where to find me at
But it's 'aight
Just look at the map
You think my rap's wack, you shut your trap!
You make your cash, by begging for scraps
Your money so tight, you been shopping at GAP
Oh, not GAP? What about Walmart
Your off-brand flows got me tripping like Paul Blart
They say "Oh Centient, you a funny dude, like Kevin Heart"
Well thanks, these days I don't even know where the fuck to start
Feel like life's falling apart, picking these raps à la carte
And although I've been rapping about my enemies poverty
I still can't help being seen at the fucking Dollar Tree
They say hard work can pay an old man's rent
But slaving away at these tracks, with no audience is resent
I'm sure it's an easy thing to avoid if you're willing to swallow repent
Busting my ass for a deal, put in the mail and it sent singing
[Chorus]
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-no
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
[Verse Two]
It's Centient
Rapping these new bars that don't make sense and shit
The name starts with "C" hence the relevance of counterfeit
But I for one am Centient, y'all know the deal
Running this shit yeah we keep it real
Pumpin' the bottle while the shotty grovel, that’s one full meal
Yeah man, now that we rich how it feel
Didn’t even need one record deal
Didn’t even stutter, one take, its real
All I did was rap quick and kept it real
Conscious, writing lyrics
Obnoxious, goin’ delirious
One new track and “man you hearing this?”
Wrote in one day, song’s bumping, serious?
Feelin’ the deadline, and shit I’m nearing it
Getting turned up on the vibe and feeling it
How’s that burn, having trouble healing it?
Yeah thought so, get mean I’m furious
[Chorus]
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
[Verse Three]
Now what am I gonna do?
Make more raps or stop?
These lyrics got more sentiment, than a letter to your mom and pop
Makin’ Benjamin bills, from the music no cops
And all I had to do was spitfire on the mic and let it drop? (word)
I overestimated this whole ‘thang the rap game
The whole fucking thing’s a rat race to acquire fame it’s insane
Man, it’s overrated
I’ll be known as the dude with the fire raps that don’t ever be lame
Who? Centient.. man you know the name
Lyrics trippin’ them up, you know it’s insane
Don’t know where I’m at like it’s David Blaine
Your favorite rapper? Man you know I’m your main
But all of this money, it gets to your brain
[Chorus]
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na (oh)
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
[Verse Four]
End of a song, start of a career!
Rap pack shout-out to all these OGs who’ve been here
Now that I've posted the first, check me the last verse, a new page
Not a minute to rehearse, a fucking lyrical new age
Music, we try not to lose it
They look at the bank account and we abuse it
I don’t vape man, "oh come on, take hits"
Get out with that gross ass hipster shit
I'm only in the game to vibe and emit
Not a how-to-be-gangster basic kit
Now sit down, think hard and let it click
Tell me one reason I ain’t lit