No time for an intro, can’t f#ck around, gotta go straight from the get go
Shorty ask me to come around, i said “you too committed girl, you gotta let go”
Mans asked me for a feature, i heard the track, hit him back, told him i’m busy
This m#th*rf#ck*r only release #ss and then still had the damn audacity to hit me
Like what the f#ck is that, is that prank are you on the crank my g?
Like get that f#cking trash outta my face, and please do not send to me that sh#t ever again
I do this sh#t seriously, never pretend, the only time i’ll get murdered on a track is if somebody pushed me in front of a train
Ion need no ghostwriter, no flow’s tighter than cold writing composed by the goat joel i don’t know though why the f#ck you
Think i’m playing
You think it’s a joke that i put all my sweat and exhaustion
Into this mic and this daw that i bought for myself to set it up and record all my thoughts and share em all out with y’all then?
Cause it ain’t a game man i promise you i’m here to stay and then reign at the top of the motherf#cking earth and aim for the suckers that wanna f#cking curse my name for a profit and
I just turned 20 last year, so i thought i’ma try at beginning last year and i’m already better than any of ya, so i’m guess i’m just blessed with the pen i got here
The pen is my fingers, the pad is the notes app, plenty of things i can add to this whole rap
I got too many true things in my dome, that’s probably why it’s so big when there’s no cap
I feel secure with my insecurities when i rap, it’s like it’s not a big deal to me
I feel confident when i know i’m killing it, so i gotta continue it like a series
I’m serious, i’m finna make you b#tches bleed, period
Y’all gotta stand up and clap for this stand up act, b#tch i’m eddie murphy, no delirious
sh#t make me furious, i feel big like notorious but i’m still underground like a tunnel
I’m telling ya’s, i know just where the glory is and i’m gon get it, look
b#tch i’m the hero, i’m like george a. romero
Did this sh#t on a budget of zero, a weirdo, i feel just like de niro
You talking to me?
Man you gotta be clearer, can’t hear ya, man you gotta come nearer
You just a reflection of me like a mirror, a terror, aka the game carrier
I’ma be cheering when i kill ya m#th*rf#ck*rs
Look uhh, this a mag not a clip, don’t test me
It only takes 1 lunatic with a icepick to get your body moving on the f#cking bed, it’s basic instinct to not f#ck with me
Cause i’ll kill many cats dude, then get the vacuum and clean up the f#cking mess (damn)
Then i’ma flee to france, (okay) maybe with a fleet of bands (i see, haha)
Don’t f#ck with cats like me man, don’t f#ck with cats like me
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