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"CAREFUL! (Of My Wrath), Pt. 1"

Headphones on, you know the music still blarin'
I used to give a fuck, but now still not carin'
Ever since the last time I - dropped a verse
I got more dead weight, so I'm in need of a hearse
Made a group on Facebook, an' muhfuckaz love to lurk
Never sayin' a word, I thought you loved my work?
4th quarter when they show up, an' have the nerve
To wanna join in the tailgate, but get that curve
Talks on tastes always end in a stalemate
When broads see I'm right about rap, go for a failsafe
Half of y'all spend ya time bumpin' asinine
Crabs in a bucket tryna climb wit' some weak-ass battle lines
Overly emotional hippies wit' nappy hair
Faggot rappers pop up everywhere
Niggaz get a buzz an' wanna offer advice
But I - needs it none, you not that nice
In one lil' ear, to the heart, didn't at all cry
But got pissed over a small fry
Wit' the tiny Coke on the side, you a Kid's Meal
Only reason you open is for the prize
From here on out, it's a wrap like hair rags
If y'all - showed love, you could be in my will/wheel like airbags
But nah, punk muhfuckaz ain't tryna help me out this cesspool
Just see me as a jester -- cool
Truthfully, I cry tears of a clown
An' since everybody plays the fool
I'm shittin' on all y'all, even my girl
If you ain't checkin' out the hot shit -- sit an' twirl
Yeah... an' that's the way I feel
I see a lot of y'all lie about gettin' the appeal
Of the Dirty South Juggernaut, Mid-South Maniac
Lyrical brainiac, look how insane he act
'Cause somethin' in his head went (SNAP! SNAP!)
His peace of mind went (SNAP! SNAP!)
Somethin' in his head went (SNAP! SNAP!)
Like food benefits... yo...
Speakin' of benefits, you get what you put in
Heavy time for me, can't get a thousand spins
They say - I shouldn't even complain
But I've been at it too long -- so stand in the rain
An' cry me river while preachin' to the choir
After 7 mixtapes, should be feelin' the fire
Niggaz like, "Why you talk so first-rate?"
'Cause to be great, my nigga, gotta believe you are great
So if you hearin' this an' feelin' greatly offended
Zero fucks given of how you rate me off in it
Just - take ya device then place me off in it
Put the buds to ya ear then lace them all wit' it
I put - heart in my work, passionate me
Where's the support? Somethin' I'd be happy to see
Maybe my attitude gets all this crap kicked to me
All I know is that I give 'em more sauce than fricassee
My dear, my dear, my dear -- don't end up venison
An' never ever play me for sweet like Entenmann's
When intimate, still smack the shit out bitches, man
Backwards like sehctib, check ya'self fore you send a sentence in

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from #BFTK (Bars From The Kid​)​, Vol. 1, released October 31, 2016

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Fineprint NFE Memphis, Tennessee

Born January 11, 1988 in Memphis, TN; Eddie White (Known as Fineprint NFE) yearned to be an entertainer. Whether through acting, poetry or music, he knew he wanted to shine. He started out with aspirations of being a comic book artist and poet, but the poetry part soon turned into rapping. At the present time, he's perfecting his craft as an artist. Stay tuned. ... more

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