Holding Grudges

[Hook]
This ain't a walk in the park (Park)
Why you tryna hide? (Hide)
This ain't a walk in the park
And I ain't gon' let that slide (Nope)
This ain't a walk in the park (Park)
Why you tryna hide? (Hide)
This ain't a walk in the park
And I ain't gon' let that slide

[Verse 1]
Did you fuck my girl?
Was it even good?
Did you last as long as you thought that you could?
Yeah, y'all was a thing
But y'all didn't last
I'm still holdin' grudges
I'ma leave that in the past
I deserve a clap clap
No pad in my backpack
I was a loser in middle school always gettin' laughed at
Creating in my room like a lab rat
My bars so dirty I need a trash bag
I'm on the dark side, prepare to see my wrath
Mommy and daddy said I'm going down a bad path
No drugs in my backpack, I hate the crack crack
Instead of all this shit, I just hop on the track track
Hell, I'm poor and I never have cash
Lyrical people think I'm cringey and I'm trash
Doing this, doing that, doin' hoes from the back
I heard you cum fast like The Flash
People tell I suck at rap and all of a sudden I'm badass
Wait, what?
Are you for real?

[Hook]
This ain't a walk in the park (Park)
Why you tryna hide? (Hide)
This ain't a walk in the park
And I ain't gon' let that slide (Nope)
This ain't a walk in the park (Park)
Why you tryna hide? (Hide)
This ain't a walk in the park
And I ain't gon' let that slide

[Verse 2]
Yeah she call me papa
And she is my mama
Pull up to her ex's house and I don't want no drama
She is on her period, I just end it with a comma
Fuck them girl abusers, live they life in fear
Steppin' up to me, I'm different
You obviously don't want the smoke
So don't volunteer
Watch me do this magic trick and watch you disappear
Yo Austin, is this another diss? (Yep)
Your acting and glasses look like them pedos from Craigslist
Freddy Kreuger from Mortal Kombat, this is a fatality
The only thing split is his fuckin' personality
I'ma be livin' it up
Not much of a soul, I'm givin' it up
Spit to the shit, not givin' a fuck
I'ma murder you fuckers who say I suck
Almost like a self-infliction
Haters, quit your bitchin'
Want some wishin'
Get the picture
Cut you up, grab the needle, start to stichin'
I'm the grim reaper of this rap game
Bitch, you better hope I do not get you