[Lyric] Stays what it is (SulfurOfficial)

I braid my hair
Just to tie it up
Made some friends
But cut them off
Chose what to wear
Just to slump
I don’t even care
This shit ain’t fun
Damn here we are again
Doing all this till we say that we can’t
Always no matter how unfair
We’re finding this relationship we’re in
But tell me do you understand these words I’m saying?
Do you know why
Why, why
Wait a minute why?

Must I delete the song I write
And Take it down from Spotify
‘Cause I thought that I
Was mistaken for someone that bought my rhymes
But that’s all just lies
Being compromised
And thought up by
These fucking flies
But damn, you think you’re hitting at me?
Keep fucking around and soon you’re gonna see
I ain’t false thug flaunting G
I will fuck you up
And cut your guts
Till you flutter fucks
Get shutter ruts
And fall in mud
And die in bits
You Bitch

I ain’t here to mimic
Nor am I down to finish
Others business
I’m here to hit critics
With sick lyrics
And spit menacing
Shit spinning
This taps rinsing
These twats bitching
Bat-shitting
Man’s spinning
Every fucking track I release
Y’all hope I’ll be soon deceased
You want me dead for my rhymes?
You want me to die for my lines?
Want me to ask for forgiveness?
And still get up sentenced?
Bitch I stay with this shit
No changing for chips
I don’t care if I don’t make it, you dicks
It stays what it is
Maybe you need an introduction for this
Hi my name is Sulfur and people call me crazy
I spit offensive lyrics so y’all just call me lazy
Say I can’t rap about this and I can’t rap about that
Mention a minor issue and y’all can’t help but get mad
But fuck, I guess I ain’t here just to sit on my ass
Smoking grass
Flowing past
Everything without having a strop
Momma coming in like damn son what’s wrong?
It’s this man on the internet
I don’t like these words he just said
I don’t like opinions, It gets to my head
But now he’s screaming dammit!
Yeah you got that right
‘Cause I’m back at it
Like a bad habit
From a crack addict
In a flat, manic
Depressants on his bed cabinet
Screaming turn down that damn racket!
I’m trying to stuff this coke in my mat jacket
Silver spoons, lighters, liquor and rocks laying on top of my flagged sachet
I stay ratchet

But nah that ain’t me
I ain’t a junkie, See
I’m just an upcoming rapper trying to get attention
Trying to get a mention
Hoping one day I’ll be the best fucking artist you ever listened
I go from controversial comments to the body being like a prison
A prison for my memories
Trapping these
Fantasies
Of chopping and slaughtering
Embodying
My way through the game
Damn, y’all really think I was about to say that again?
Seriously assumes I was talking about causing pain?
And aggravating slain?
Nah homie I’m staying’ in my lane
Inside this house I built away from the rain
But don’t worry people, my album is on the way