Walk into the room like who the fuck is tryna test me?
Me in your vicinity consider that a blessing
Most these mother fuckers was thinking ways to best me
But i owned the stage just rapping n grabbin on my testies
I don’t know a better way to say it
I’m the only one in this city that’s deserving of the stages
Just because you got equipment and a microphone to play with
Don’t mean anyone wanna hear your shitty raps up on they playlist
Seriously, the freestyles are fuckin awful
I been nice to most y’all but i could serve you up a jaw full
Of real shit,
Bitch you ain’t know how to deal with
A ten year vet who eats rappers with his meals, shit
I raised my city on real spittin
Ya’ll look at the crowds and tell me who’s real hitting?
I gave you little fucks a place to grow so please listen
Drop real music or shut the fuck up and keep distance

Look man autotune is fine bro
First you gotta learn to rhyme tho
We ain’t here to here you whine bro
If I’m paying for a time go
Practice til you can rap the song n memorize flow

Most of these lil rappers aint learned the ropes yet
Thats why the names tiny on the poster and they open every set
I’m the reason that you seen biz and ghost yet
You act like dope? you pose absolutely no threat

Maybe thats the problem cause its been a minute
Since i had a single fucking ounce of competition
Every time you grab a mic nobody wanna listen
To be honest ya name is synonymous with bitchin’
Fuck the politicking we can toe to toe
I’m more devoted to the flow you just hoping someone hear you
Tell all the folks you know I’m the wackest and
They’ll still be at my show
what I’m tryna say is no one hear you
You a bitch
God damn
All these rappers talk a lot
Til they see me on they block
God damn
All these rappers talk a lot
Til they see me on they block
Yeah
All these rappers talk a lot
Til you see me on your block
Blah Blah Blah Blah
All these rappers talk a lot
Ya’ll should shut the fuck up
When you see me
On your block
Okay I walk back stage like
Who the fuck is tryna battle dude
Hit you with new styles too wild
For them to have them at the zoo
Animal grabbing you rappers
Smacking fools if they acting cool
Rappin two levels higher than fellas
Tryna be masterful
What you spitting from one and ten
And still at a two
I’mma hundred billion so
Fuck your feelings and attitude
Expect to hear the fuckin skill when I’m up in here
You nothing real
The stuff you was spitting was never real
Fentanyl
The way I speak you got’ think the end is near
I shake the earth and break the curse
When I lay a verse
Every sentence clear
When to Heaven in the seventh tier
Then went to Hell in the Seventh sphere
Made the ‘effin devil develop fear
So before you grab the mic
I’mma kill it
And I promise there won’t be an afterlife
Cause you can’t survive when you catch my illness
And you ain’t out of this world but
I’ll throw you off the planet
Like a satellite
God damn
All these rappers talk a lot
Til they see me on they block
God damn
All these rappers talk a lot
Til they see me on they block
Yeah
All these rappers talk a lot
Til you see me on your block
Blah Blah Blah Blah
All these rappers talk a lot
Ya’ll should shut the fuck up
When you see me
On your block