Lyrics

[Verse 1]
One minute, let me get in my bag
Fillin' up my pen with the venom when I rap
Ain't nobody better, so we'll never mind that
Get a hit a hit and run-run, got tell 'em I'm back
[Verse 2]
Never goin' back again
Few people in the game that can rap with him
I spit flames and attack ya men
I'm sicker than a fuckin' pathogen, I lose count when I track the wins
[Verse 3]
And I'ma rip it till I make the map
Show praise to the greats who done paved the paths
So face the facts, I raise till it fades to black
I blaze a track and tell 'em that it pays to rap
[Verse 4]
Until I'm dead and gone, kill 'em with every rhythm that I get upon
Bet the form when they be pushin' upon the metaphors
Get 'em all jealous, they wishin' that I was never born
But they never gonna forgive me, shout out to Pentagon
[Verse 5]
Hella bombs, that I came to drop in the Caribbean
They wonder when the reign will stop
I'll flame the cross until I get my name to pop
And I'll be kickin' down doors till I break the locks
[Verse 6]
I'm like, blah, come on and witness the madness
Money in the bank, can't fit in the mattress
And the game on lock with the biggest advantage
Ain't nobody ever do it in a similar fashion
[Verse 7]
Like, run with the veteran, pumpin' adrenaline
Rappin' to kill it, so fuck if I benefit
Done with you haters, you fuckers are feminine
Lyrical bullets are buckin' you gentlemen
[Verse 8]
Listen up, I got a new statistic
Fuck the system and abuse the business
Instrumentals gettin' bruised and blistered
But now, fuck 'em all, I'm 'bout to beast
[Verse 9]
I been on my grind, I been workin' on the low
I been holdin' back, fuck 'em all, I'm 'bout to beast
Labels on the line, tell 'em hold the phone
Y'all ain't ready for the kid, I'll make 'em overdose
[Verse 10]
Try to find another rapper that's realer
Only wanted me up in the game, no filler
Murdered every record, call the kid a blood spiller
Clipped this fool with rhymes boy, that boy a track killa
[Verse 11]
Close your eyes, try to picture greatness
Fuck the stage up and flip the payments
Pop a tab and I'ma trip to Vegas
And I fucked your broad, until the bitch is famous
[Verse 12]
Like nah, you ain't never gonna get a co-sign
Last minute, I'ma break it to the goal line
Flow too wet and I'ma never let the hole dry
Everybody want it, I'm an underground goldmine
[Verse 13]
Want peace but they pray to fight me
Never gotta ask for payday politely
At the mall with fake chains and Nikes
I'm 'bout o get the crew to gang bang your wifey
[Verse 14]
Make a record and I put it on vinyl
Beatin' on my chest, man that boy too primal, uh
I don't gotta flex on my rivals
They all know my last shit went viral
[Verse 15]
Listen up and I'ma try to reach ya
In the game and you can ride the bleachers
I don't wanna collab', but it's nice to meet ya
Puttin' Vin up on a track, that's a pricey feature
[Verse 16]
What if I defeat ya like a a violent reaper
I done burnt the booth and I done bombed the speakers
I don't give a fuck if I be poppin' either
'Cause now, fuck 'em all, I'm 'bout to beast
[Verse 17]
I been on my grind, I been workin' on the low
I been holdin' back, fuck 'em all, I'm 'bout to beast
Labels on the line, tell 'em hold the phone
Y'all ain't ready for the kid, I'll make 'em overdose
[Verse 18]
Try to find another rapper that's realer
Only wanted me up in the game, no filler'
Murdered every record, call the kid a blood spiller
Clipped this fool with rhymes boy, that boy a track killa
Written by: David Breukers, Vincent Jacovelli
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