Vet Songtext
von Bratter

Y′all think I'm new to the game, but I′m really a vet
I ain't no bitch, dawg, so don't treat me like a pet
I′m all set, dawg, nah sike I got more to say
So y′all mumble rappers best stay out of my way

Some of y'all don′t approve, that's fine by me
Myself, that′s who I'm gonna be
You bums still stuck on your Abc′s while I'm over here on my Xyz's
Now don′t you see

I′m on my "New" shit but still not viral
This ain't no horror shit but I′ll leave y'all in a "Spiral"
Y′all better pray I don't turn homicidal
Bratter′s here to claim his title

Man I gotta be the GOAT, I gotta make this shit hard
My rhymes so criminal they put you behind bars
I can spit so fast I be dodging these cop cars
This shit come easy to me, I ain't gotta stretch far


"What's Poppin?" but I ain′t Jack Harlow
Y′all bitches sleeping on me and y'all setting the bar low
I′ll shoot you with a crossbow, I don't need gun or ammo
You try to deal with me, man I′m a fucking handful

My last album ain't even a percent what I can do
I might fuck around and make another album or two
Right now when y′all say "Bratter", y'all say "Who?"
It ain't too long till y′all say "I love that dude"

I write my own story
I′m shining in my glory
I'm enjoying this shit, it ain′t even mandatory
I'm insane but I don′t wanna make shit bloody and gory
That's just not who I am, that ain′t my story

Twenty-four seven, never stop the grind
Always in front, I'm never behind
Always in the corner like I'm afraid to cross the
Border but really I′m afraid of what I will find

Killing these verses, casting these curses
But my potential has barely scraped the surface
Y′all tripping, I'm spitting, y′all know the difference?
I'm on stage rapping, y′all just off in the distance
Bratter's evil, man he′s part of the resistance
Imma make these mumble rappers regret their existence