Brain Dead

Yeah

Back to my roots

The spark that fueled the fire

The hunger that started it all

Yeah

I'm back to mauling the game and keeping it merciless

With bloody rhymes, y'all couldn't stop the flow with a tourniquet

They want some melodies from me, but I prefer to spit

'Cause every song I make's a hit record, it's like a nervous tic

But all this paper got me cold and emotionless

If you saw the bank, you'd think I made my dough flipping opiates

Went from broke to a mogul, known as the dopest of vocalists

So the only thing that y'all can do now is hope that it's over with

I've been a legend, never questioned my worth

At fifteen, knew this rapping shit was destined to work

Don't get it twisted when I pull up the Chevy Traverse

'Cause I'm a semi truck, bitch, I make a mess when I swerve

My trajectory is wealth and that's predictable as fuck

I'm in love with the paper, plus addiction's in my blood

I never been the type to get convicted with some thugs

I'm the type that if you tryna run a business, I'm the plug, ho

Y'all got no accolades, nothing that I'd congratulate

I'd call you serpents, but y'all are rabbits and I'm the rattlesnake

It's clear as day, I don't see the need to elaborate

Y’all living with your mamas and jerking off to some anime

We're not alike and I've proven this shit consistently

Just try to follow my path, homie, you'll fail miserably

Fuck the first and the third, I give 'em burns in fifth degree

Simply put, this rap game without me is history

I made it, Mama, take a look at what your boy did

Came a long way from stressing 'bout unemployment

Used to work with pesticides just to make a coin flip

Ironic, 'cause I still get paid to spray poison

Remember skipping outta class so I could blast Shady

I'd lock myself in my room and master my craft daily

Now fast forward a decade, passionate fans play me

I'm past wavy, I'm the hurricane that crashed Haiti

Category five, water half a story high

Stop complaining, quit your bitching, just be happy you're alive

I got 'em all offended but it happens all the time

Ask me how I sleep at night, it's in the laboratory high

Been a dope showman

“Fuck you” is my whole slogan

These woke folks are probably products of broke Trojans

My rap style's first degree murder with no motive

My foes choking harder than hoes who condone throating

Your hate is obsolete, I've been winning beyond belief

Y'all should just stop the gossip and focus on dodging poverty

Life is on the road, but my hobby is copping property

Ballin' but still driven, my life has turned into Rocket League

I got 'em wondering how much hotter the flame get

But it's motherfucking REDRUM until it rains red

Flip off my doubters, numb your feelings with some pain meds

I'm on the throne, bitch, and I ain't moving like I'm brain dead

I'm on the throne, bitch, and I ain't moving like I'm brain dead

I'm on the throne, bitch, and I ain't moving like I'm brain dead

I'm on the, on the throne, throne, moving like I'm brain, brain dead

I'm on the throne, bitch, and I ain't moving like I'm brain dead