How 2 Rap lyrics

[Verse 1]
Now open your mind up and listen you n*ggas
I am the master, the guru and after I school you I'm skinning you n*ggas
You finished, I'm making chinchillas out n*ggas
You should be embarrassed some banging pop rapper is killing you n*ggas
Consider this tax for the swag that my city has given you n*ggas
And I know I'm the man, no, I don't need no Grammy award on my mantle
Know it don't matter, the beat it don't matter, the style, any flow I can channel
You see I'm from Atlanta, east side of Decatur, I grew up on Candler
If you notice the way that I talk is vernacular, this is my actual grammar
I got these n*ggas nervous cause whatever lane that I'm in I'mma handle
Your lyrics are wack and emotionally shallow
You lost in my thoughts, you don't know how to paddle
I know that I'm shining, I know that I'm shining
Don't worry cause you can find shade in my shadow
From my point of view there's so many dead rappers
sh*t, all we need is a memorial banner
My first mixtape, they all said I sounded like Dre
Then they said my album was pop, didn't really sound like the mixtape
Now I'm doing what I started, now they telling me I changed
I hear underrated so much you would swear it was my name
Ain't no rappers on my list
Come holla at me when you're done riding each others di*k
25 million singles worlwide, I'll guess I'll take another hit
Matter of fact I find this rap sh*t boring, man I'm over it
Give me my guitar pick, I'll show you sh*t