Yeah
Couldn’t end this sh#t without taking you back
I’m bringing back a classic
You b#stards kept asking
For something to remember a track forever lasting
Look back on it
Told myself I had to rap on it
Doin what I knew I had to do before i snap on it
Killing spree, me, since yeo three
I’m physically nihilating those who f#cking bleed
I’m sayin this my beat this my track you can’t see
Instead of a little endeavor I’m sending you enemies over the black sea
So ecstatic radical make you panic
Medical sedative’s are inedible when I’m standing
Stop the press me and my operativеs
Are already behеading all you weakest on defense
Keep at it
Beast with automatics
By automatics i mean the fire I’m spewing at ’em
Can’t sit back
Pac that maniac
Won’t stop till I’m relaxed in Cadillacs
Your favorite rapper
Bet, I’ll manifest ’em
I can do whatever they do but do it better
Count your days everybody
My sounds amaze
Can’t escape my brain wasted space erased
Since 2020 I been the one evolving
Me and the people in yeo seeing yall are starving
Believe it I’m seething through my teeth but I’m still breathing
Cremate you heathens for even seeing how I’m speaking
God among men
Got ’em locked in
You my prisoner just in general boxed in
Thought you lost in my thoughts incredible ink in blots
I send ’em 15 shots, comin out red hot
Not a rapper you my victim instead
Stand still till you have earned my respect
While you seeping on me tucked in your bed
I’m in your nightmares suck up in your head
I got my time machine and took this f#cking track
I went to twenty twenty told myself that I could rap
From then on, head on I did what they would lack
Since that f#cking day I always murdered that’s a fact
Too soon or too late
You lose now new fate
Your crew and who will be ensued in true hate
I’m clowning you m#th*rf#ck*rs drowning
About it how we amounting to more than you will ever be forever pouting
I know I talk a lot of sh#t on my records
I’m not even lazy I’m still an adolescent
I got no real world events to experience
Come back in twenty years and I’ll be f#ckin Shakespearian
I’m the best this, I’m the best that
I know I’m growing tired of it suck it f#ck rap
Is what id say if it wasn’t true
But luckily its slipping through
Prodigy of God now I lift the booth
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