Oversaturation

By Lyn Starr

On Universe 25

Released on June 25, 2019

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[Verse 1]

Tired of everybody claim they rappin’

Tired of everybody claim they trappin’

But that ain’t shippin’ packs in

Naw, they just acting, They are imposters

They deserve Oscars

They deserve an emmy

You ain’t really friendly

Thats a fake smile, I can tell boy

Ain’t no angels you a hell boy

Don’t make me trim your horns young bull (shit)

Try to get on my show but the slots full

I see you flarin’ your nostrils

You hatin’ ass niggas

Y’all just argue about who the best, Great Debatin’ ass niggas

Ain't shakin’ hands, tryna expand on you complacent ass niggas

The shit I can’t stand, trynna advance

Fuck bein’ basic my nigga

Fuck bein’ regular

I am just steppin’ up

Don’t hit my cellular

If you ain't talkin’ ‘bout cheddar, bruh

You more Cheddar Bob

Shoot your dick off

Shots you don’t call, You not no boss

You just exhaust, all of these venues I’ve been too boy get lost

I hope you find your way

And get out of mine

I’m tryna shine

Not tryin’, I do

I be the glue, holdin’ my city together

Y’all just be bird watching follow all that I do, wishing that y’all could do better (shit)

Yeah…Never

Yeah...Never


[Chorus]

All of the bullshit, I’m over it

Sky’s not the limit, I’m over it

It’s over, cut, mower

Goin’ ghost, no closure

Don’t come closer

Need my space

By myself, I’ll be posted

Buildin’ walls, hangin’ posters

Y’all some posers

Game is saturated, over


[Sakony’s Interlude 1]

It’s your boy, Sakony, here in Universe 25 to talk about you butt ass niggas and you butt ass bitches

Talkin’ ‘bout you independent, but you still livin’ with your parent ass niggas

Talkin’ ‘bout ain’t no parties poppin’ with your back to the wall ass niggas

Got no money, only know how to party on the weekend ass niggas


[Verse 2]

I feel this place is losin’ quality

I know the universe is callin’ me

Gotta pick up, but phones give me anxiety

I’ve been feelin’ bad, losin’ piety

Oh my god, the irony

Feel the devil, he’s been eyein’ me

Tryna get up inside of me

But I don’t believe

Fuck is you sayin’, don’t pray on my knees

I prey on the weak

Lil nigga, get your weight up

So much to do I gotta stay up

Been on the grind until late

The death of me will be my work

But this generational curse, I gotta break

I gotta be great

I’m uppin’ my rates

Sayin’ you better than me

Y’all niggas is all upper case

Quit cappin’ nigga

Look at me, I’m the cap’n nigga

That’s a hard pill to swallow

And a hard truth to face


[Sakony’s Interlude 2]

Y’all talkin’ ‘bout, y’all done flipped a brick

Y’all was flippin’ grams out your momma crib

Talkin’ ‘bout, yeah I got bodies but ain’t never popped shit

Matter of fact, I ain’t never seen you with the crew you talkin’ bout

You feel what I’m talkin’ bout

Talkin’ ‘bout, I got bottles

But you can’t even get a liquor bottle at the liquor store

I ain’t never seen you with nothin’ in your hands man

No Glocks, no nothin’ like that

I ain’t never seen you flip a pack

I ain’t never seen you flip a whip

I ain’t never seen you shoot shit


[Chorus]

All of the bullshit, I’m over it

Sky’s not the limit, I’m over it

It’s over, cut, mower

Goin’ ghost, no closure

Don’t come closer

Need my space

By myself, I’ll be posted

Buildin’ walls, hangin’ posters

Y’all some posers

Game is saturated, over

[Outro: Sakony & Lyn Starr]

See man, see what I am talking about is

Y’all niggas ain’t got no ethics

Puttin’ heart eyes under a woman’s picture

And you don’t even know her

Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)