Lyrics Sincerely Yours (Freestyle) - John Anthony

Sincerely Yours (Freestyle)

Okay, I’m sittin' here in the kitchen
Drugged out on shit, that I can’t even list it
Seems like my vision appears to be in this
Missionary position
You freakin' scared that I’m spittin' so many words, that you took my
dictionary and hid it
I never cared if you bitches didn’t like the sound I give
You say to watch my mouth with the shit that I went around and said
But when I was just a kid, I tried to learn the alphabet
So now I can use words as a weapons and knock you out with it
But hear me out again, I’m not tryna get hated on
I just tell it how I see it and if y’all don’t play along
Bitchin' all the pain I caused, waitin' for the day I fall
I’ll just take up all this fuckin' hate and try to break it off
Say what you just like you ugly bitch, I’m not afraid of y’all
You can evn raise the bar, say that I’m an alcohol-ic
Wow, amazing job, you can evn state the obvious, that’s my greatest flaw
How are bitches callin' me a clown, when you’re the one with five pounds of
fuckin' make up on
But I ain’t playin' soft, y’all the ones who paints nails
I’m the one who spits fire every time I raise hell
See y’all complainin' when one of your records ain’t sell
Funny, ‘cause none of shit ever sold since age twelve
But do I bitch about it?
Yeah, but I ain’t stoppin' now
What else can I talk about when half of y’all are walkin' out
Y’all bunch of cottonmouths tryna start a problem now
Talkin' shit when I am not around and I’ma knock you out
This that Bobby Boy logical jam
Sad that he left the game but I’m glad he’s still givin' to fans
We need more rappers like him, Hopsin and Joyner
I bet if we took like 80 percent of upcomin' rappers and made ‘em hear the
tracks that they would spit
I’d bet you they have the urge to pick up the pen and try to be significantly
different, just picture it
A bunch of people inspired by rappers who do give a shit about the game we
livin' in
Shit is ridiculous I have to say this
It should be common sense, I hope these rappers now consider it
I got you pissed off now, you obviously mad
Tell your parents suck a fuckin' dick and get off of my ass
And when your fathers askin' his daughter where is mommy at?
Tell him she’s downtown gettin' fucked at the laundromat
We did it twice in his car he had
Three times in the bed, fucked her brains out until she had a heart attack
Now her corpse is in a body bag in the trunk of his Pontiac
Down by the lake is where I just parked it at
Course I’m an asshole, I’ll wake up to the whore Miss Clinton
And bend her over and fuck her ass for like forty-one minutes
I can’t afford to finish so I’m pullin' out
But as a peace offerin' I said next time I’ll vote for Clinton
The more shit that I can say, the more you offended
As if I just give a flyin' fuck about your own opinion
Shitty world for a new born, forcin' ‘em in it doesn’t help
Just leave it at the door of the abortion clinic
They say that I should see the bigger picture
And what is that, a couple retards gettin' pissed over shit on Twitter?
Fuckin' hypocrites, no wonder you be gettin' bitter
All I see are snowflakes fallin' and it’s not even winter
Believe me, you are a slut, put in graffiti letters
And you know exactly who you are and you think your clever
You never pleased me ever, you are completely forever a bitch
I’ll be nicer to women when they just treat me better, damn
Ayo, shoutout Logic for the dope beats man
Shit’s fire
But this one right here
This shit go hard
Yeah, you coming at me with force but I couldn’t give a damn
Last time I checked in the bitch, I still fuckin' is the man
With the plan to burn Lil Xan to a fuckin' skeleton
The only recognition you gettin' is from your Instagram
Desperate mother fuckin' bitches out here just beggin' for sum'
Forty-five year old single fathers go and they bust a nut to a picture of a
twenty year old slut, showin' her butt
Has the butterfly emoji, with the caption just for fun all up in her bio
Bitch, I couldn’t believe
You ain’t wearin' a mask ‘cause you said that you couldn’t breathe
But if you comin' at me with any of that fuckin' disease
I’ma spray your whole entire ass with a can of Febreze
Quarantine my ass bitch, you ain’t fuckin' with me
You couldn’t compete with the level that I finally reached
You hate when I succeed so you tryna rip up my dreams
But the only rip that you’ll get is a fuckin' tear in my jeans
‘Cause I ain’t defeated, believe it
If you was me and you got to see exactly what I’m seein'
You see that this chip right up on my shoulder is never leavin'
Competin' ‘til I’m like ninety-three and I’m barely breathin'
Maybe fatigued but that doesn’t mean that I’m now deceased and it’s kinda
relieved to see that I’m finally achievin' that dream that I needed to get back
to the top
And if you believin' that I’m obscene or even disagreein' with the shit that
I’m preachin'
I guess it’s me against the world and nobody’s intervenin', bitch
Aye, aye
Aye, yeah
Ayo, you bitter and salty, I can spit over all beats
Through the boom-bap and trap, I’m iller than y’all be
Call me Killer Kowalski, you ain’t gettin' involved, see
You be lookin' up, like I’m ‘bout a sit in a tall seat
I be balls deeps in the game, I’m fuckin' it up
I bust and erupt, until my fuckin' nuts would get stuck
Enough is enough, I’m sick of havin' no one to trust
What the fuck do I gotta do to make you see what I’ve done?
‘Cause there is nothin' that will over match me bigger, (Match me bigger)
Call me the rap king killer
‘Cause if you ask me, what the fucks happenin' to the, (Happenin' to the)
Rap game, I’ll say half these spitters I never knew
Couldn’t write a fuckin' bar, it’s true, what could we do?
There isn’t really nothin' that can get through
And I would never stick my nose into somethin' I couldn’t do
So why does it seem like all of these rappers don’t have a clue,
what the fuck they doin'
Shit is confusin', I’m losin' my brain in this music
Who the fuck is stupid enough to produce a track by a rapper with no talent
Who has no room for improvement
It’s ludicrous how much trash is released but we all consume it so assumin'
it’s not the artists
I guess it’s now the fans, they the one’s into it
They the one’s who viewin' all this music and givin' publicity to rappers who
ain’t even suited for the game
And overlookin' all the talent that is rooted from the ground
I’m comin' in now, better look around
There ain’t no one found, it’s only me and you now
Pullin' up a round on you like
Ah fuck, hold up, wait a minute, wait a minute
Switch this shit up
Yeah
Aye man, before I head out
I’ma speak from the heart with this final verse
Just gotta quickly get this shit off my chest
And again man, thank you Bobby Boy for these wonderful beats
‘Preciate it
Now let’s get it, yeah
I sometimes forget how life can be kinda precious
I guess I never notice from all the days I was reckless
Hip hop is my obsession, I let it get to my head and control my expression
I guess it’s kinda like an infection
It allows me now to write all my confessions
Back with that Therapy album, I was just sufferin' from depression
Had a lot of shit to get off of my chest and I kinda forget the feelin' that I
had up at the time, I was super stressed and
A couple months later I wrote this personal album
And I dedicated it to someone I thought was down to be by my side for the rest
of my life
But that didn’t turn out
But I still do love her and hope she knows that I always will count her as my
number one fan
There’s no one else on this earth that can replace what she did
She gave me confidence first and that now why I put in work
‘Cause I know that anything’s possible
So just over the summer I released the Bad Guy Chronicles
And it’s sad because I gave you everythin' that I had
I think it’s probably one the best albums I wrote, in fact
I remember writin' to it
Thinkin' y’all would love how I rap
But literally within a week, it got despised and attacked
And I didn’t know how to handle it, I was sorta confused
Like I just gave you everythin' that y’all just wanted me to
And I was mad and I hated it, I didn’t know what to do
So I tried to switch up my flow and just give you somethin' that’s new
Out comes Unexplored and finally got that positive review
That’s all I wanted was people to hear my shit and approve
Like I ain’t askin' for much, I know there’s room to improve
But I was happy that y’all were happy, that’s all I assumed
Now I don’t know what is next, I can’t predict what’s the future
But I know just for a fact that beggars can never be choosers
So whatever’s comin' in next, I hope it’s comin' in sooner
‘Cause who the fuck knows what can happen in a month or two, so honestly man
it’s whatever
Consider this as a letter
‘Cause all this effort I put in is only makin' me better
Until the floors collapse and bury more of my pressure
Thank you all for the support, sincerely yours, forever
(Logic)