[Verse 1]
Your jealousy has sparked inside me an angry rage
Prepare to hear a f**in' animal that ain't caged
Don't start sh** you won't end up finishing, cause I got the ability to spit fire and posion you with the venom my pen is in
You f** with me, I will lyrically dismantle you
Damage you to the point where no one will be saving you
Hip-Hop and boxing was the only way I could defend
My life will forever be a f**ed up story from the beginning to the end
I spit with Ill intentions, prepare for the Armageddon
I just turned the mic into a damn prop I use as a weapon
To spill out all my anger and aggression
You motherf**ers can't face the fact that i'll survive in Hip-Hop's jungle similar to DiCaprio in 'The Revenant'
The biggest mistake I made was to open my door and welcome the devil in
f** an Illuminati conspiracy
That sh** is faker than Santa Claus eating plates of cookies and sh**ting presents under the Christmas tree
I'm better than all of these f**ing so called trappers in the industry
They speak the same sh**, while f**ing the same b**h, while smoking the new sh**, and they call all those songs a hit
No gives a f** about the lean in your cup and how your so called getting lit
Me and all of these other rappers speak the truth and get criticized cause the world's afraid to say the same sh**
We never cared about making money and creating top-selling hits
We cared about putting every ounce of blood, sweat, and tears and make songs
For people relate to that are going thru the same sh**
If you take the time to wake up and open your eyes
You'll find this industry is filled with the same sh**, the lies, and the fakes in disguise
[Hook]
Hip-Hop's dug it's grave right thru
No one gives a f** about the exotic cars you drive or the d** you love to do
They wanna hear a story, relate to the life that they wished they never wanted
They wanna hear the cold hard truth of the world they grew up walking
Pac and B.I.G. have crept out their graves and now there the ghosts that's haunting
But since you wanna push the issue, i'm about to show you something I never wanted
A whole 'nother side that I wanted to not show you, so you know you're not dealing with a f**ing marshmallow
Little soft yellow, punk p**y who's hearts jello
[Verse 2]
And sources don't f** with us cause we are realer
You phony's are more than fake, we don't f** with ya
All these rappers are p**y eaters and drug dealers
Pac and B.I.G. are rollin' in their graves, their ashamed of ya
You talk about the same things, a ghostwriter gonna jump thru their grave and f**in' k** ya
I've been thru Hell and back, so I expect Heaven
You rappers still stuck in 2011
Hell my 7-year old sister can rap better than you
Stop talkin', you turned into the p**y you rapped about on d**
It's time for me to take out you wanna be thugs
I worked hard for this sh**, I thought of my own sh**, I wrote my own sh**, and never told anyone to write this sh**
You f**'s need to stop s**ing the ghost that is writing all of your sh**
Stop being each other's b**h and actually come up with your own sh**
I'm spitting 100% truth hang your self with the cord of your mic in the booth
Rip out your vocal chords and every single fake tooth
The fake diamonds you wear, get your chain snatched this year
I'm about to go crazy up in here, turn the beat up I can't hear
You motherf**ers ain't prepared for the lyrical a**-whopping i'm about to dish out right here
The only thing I fear is that
[Hook]