Platinum Sellers Beats - About Me lyrics

[Chorus: B-Swizz] Y'all wanna talk about me? 3x Well homie tell that to my face I'm going to put out you in your place Y'all wanna talk about me? 3x Don't run your mouth homie Don't be acting like you know me [Verse 1: B-Swizz] People think they got me figured out. Wrong Say they know what's coming out my mouth. Wrong They ain't on the type of sh** that we. On Find the realist man that shouldn't be. Long Cuz I'm right in front of your eyes Way better than half these guys Spittin lies, with flow even OGs would despise I'm the upcoming, the soon to be, the next man Rookie of the year, the hottest new freshman I can go rounds of lyrical murder, battery and abuse I got a grip on this sh** and I don't think you can knock it loose I'm a co*ky motherf**er n everything I say is the truth Well I got some news Talk about me, my name will start to skyrocket And if you talk about me throw some fire on it, cuz I'm a hot topic You can't stop it, so why knock it Hatas gettin mad cuz my names poppin' [Chorus] [Verse 2: B-Swizz] Y'all can say this, you can say that You can dish sh**, but you can't take it back You see all I do is state facts And raise the bar like state tax Make you wanna commit suicide on doors like maybachs And I k** sh**, man you must hate that You say you got game and make raps Well ill roll up on your track and smoke that See my lines and think a genius wrote that Well that was me, Mr B S W I Z Z Can't nobody stop me This ain't just a hobby This the sh** that I work for Got your b**h goin berzerk for Spit a harder flow so it hurts more If you're looking for talent you don't got to go far It's clear now who the real rappers are It just hasn't been said Me against them I leave the competition dead And get inside their head Make em go psychotic How ironic Your views are droppin' [Chorus] [Verse 3: B-Swizz] First things first homie, you don't even know me So don't talk down when you know that you're below me If you think your competition you better get up here and show me k**ing the new comers and taking over slowly I'm like a pathogen, that makes you never want to rap again Switch up your design like an old fashion trend Hatas in their costumes their maskin' again But their lackin' the edge. needed to battle against This hip hop soldiers who's popping more than a c**a cola And about to explode like a supernova You rap career is super over Go look for a four leaf clover And get lucky next time Cuz my next lines, your best rhymes My old flows, your new grind I leave you, behind The name is B Hynes If you can't, see why We shine, you need to, resign Cuz the world is mine