The whole games full of weirdoosssss...(beat cut)

Drier than Ben Shapiro pussy. ( Back in.)

My old flows,
Still hit.
Open chest.
Put em in a coffin.
I’m the drunk uncle at the party.

But then I’ll  let u hit the weed,
Just don’t tell ya auntie.

On beats like this,
I’m a king,
belafonte.

My sauce so picante.
should have my own bottle on hot ones.
Call me.

Throw a hater over shoulder
Because they so salty.

Level up,
Cuz I’m gaming constantly.

EA brain,
In the game
Since pixelated bodies.

new game every day
But gets tossed in weeks..

They can’t sleep.

watching posts,
Thinking “damn he needs Grammys”

Sure don’t,
That’s a white mans hand me..

Just play me,
Then pay me if you’re jamming..

And hit share even if you can’t stand me.

Grass roots grooves.
My fans like family.

Laced my boots,
When wheels fell off.

They ain’t think I’d get this far..

When I passed them they were panting..

They thought I was wack,
Cuz the jams ain’t have em dancing.

Hit em with uzi shrug.

They got diamonds on the brain,

I’m Thanos with the vision.
Bringing pain.

Snapping on beats,
watch em disintegrate.

(Hook)

I know that man can’t stop me.!
When I feel myself I’m cocky.

When roles get reversed it’s skill though.

That type of talk I’m blocking.
Roles  get reversed it’s skill though.

That type of talk Is taunting.
That type of talk I’m blocking

Cuz if not,
It might get rocky.

Verse2.

Bars hit like,
You going to jail now!

Make you.

Hit your knees,

Like I was wearing the crown.
with kissed on feet.
So unique.

I really don’t care about the throne,

I just like to talk my shit,
And make the competition swole.

Cuz the illest in the city ain’t enough,
I want more..

Like Eddie plying jimmy
wanting ribs and the steak.

I ain’t stopping till the wake,

Or I’m passing the torch to my clone.

Small town living,
Got to move to be on.

If you come back,
Watch for shooters like bond.

Cuz hunger makes desperate folks
Cop a red dot.
To say that he’s the one that left u shot.

Get out make a record that flops..
But the clout don’t stop...
so now this is why they hot.
No heart.

Tin man bars..

Scarecrow structure.

Brainless..

I set flame to their arms..

So they never write again.

I’m wicked with the spark....
snap my finger light the L make wiz  barf.

Coughing so hard you’d think a nigga Bizmark

Back then I was rapping over lark in my go kart.
Nothing but a mic in a sound board,
Weed sparked.

White boys trippin off a mediocre freestyle.
fast forward now,
They all play me in their moms cars.

And their moms be trynna holla...

My girl crazy though.

Hook

Verse 3

They see light skin,
Call me Russ or drake..

That’s supposed to be an insult?

Both names get paid.
About ten fold..

Get on watch em all call me kinfolk.

when I’m off,
I  Rarely ever  hear from em.

I peep game,
Move silent like juntao.

Keep your shorty so wet,
She need two towles.

Most hate,
Like this nigga so smooth how??

I need to calm down...