One minute let me get in my bag
Feeling I apos m a pen with the venom when I rap
Ain apos t nobody better so we apos ll never mind that
Get a hit o apos run run go tell apos em I apos m back back
Never goin apos back again
Few people in the game that can rap with him
I spit flames and attack ya men
I apos m sicker than a f kin apos pathogen
I lose count when I track the wins
And I apos ma rip it apos til I make the map
Show praise to the greats who done paved the paths
So face the facts I raise apos til it fades to black
I blaze a track and tell apos em that it pays to rap
Until I apos m dead and gone
Kill apos em with every rhythm that I get upon bet the form
When they be pushin apos upon the metaphors
Get apos em all jealous they wishin apos that I was never born
But they never gonna forgive me shout out to Pentagon
Hella bombs that I came to drop in a Caribbean
They wonder when the reign will stop
I apos ll feign the apos cross until I get my name to pop
And I apos ll be kickin apos down doors apos til I break the locks
And like blah
Come on and witness the madness
Money in the bank can apos t fit in the mattress
And the game on lock with the biggest advantage
Ain apos t nobody ever do it in a similar fashion
Like run with the veteran pumpin apos adrenaline
Rappin apos to kill it so f k if I benefit
Done with you haters you fuckers are feminine
Lyrical bullets are buckin apos you gentleman
Listen up I got a new statistic
F k the system and abuse the business
Instrumentals getting bruised and blistered
But now
F k apos em all I apos m apos bout to beast beast
I been on my grind I been working on the low low
I been holding back f k apos em all
I apos m apos bout to beast beast
Labels on the line tell apos em hold the phone phone
Y apos all ain apos t ready for the kid
I apos ll make apos em overdose dose
Trying find another rapper that apos s realer
Only one me up in the game no filler
Murdered every record called the kid a blood spiller
Clipped this fool with rhymes boy that boy a track killer
Close your eyes try to picture greatness
F k the stage up and flip the payments
Pop a tab and I apos ma trip in Vegas
And I f k your broad until the b h is famous
Like nah you ain apos t never gonna get a co sign
Last minute I apos ma break it to the goal line
Flow too wet and I apos ma never let the hole dry
Everybody want it I apos m an underground gold mine
Want peace but they pray to fight me
Never gotta ask for payday politely
At the mall with fake chains and Nikes
I apos m apos bout to get the crew to gangbang your wifey
Make a record and I put it on vinyl
Beat it on my chest man that boy too primal
I don apos t got to flex on my rivals
They all know my last s t went viral
Listen up and I apos ma try to reach ya
In the game and you can ride the bleachers
I don apos t wanna collab but it apos s nice to meet ya
Put the venom on the track that apos s a pricey feature
What if I defeat ya like a violent reaper
I done burned the booth and I done bombed the speakers
I don apos t give a f k if I be popping either
apos Cause now
F k apos em all I apos m apos bout to beast beast
I been on my grind I been working on the low low
I been holding back f k apos em all
I apos m apos bout to beast beast
Labels on the line tell apos em hold the phone phone
Y apos all ain apos t ready for the kid
I apos ll make apos em overdose dose
Trying find another rapper that apos s realer
Only one me up in the game no filler
Murdered every record called the kid a blood spiller
Clipped this fool with rhymes boy that boy a track killer