B***h I am on 10 it’s a no
Game I’m not your fan
You should know Hop’s back in here
Stay packin’ heat, you runnin’ s**t, not actually
These n***as can’t pull off
What I do up in this booth
I am too rude when I intrude on you don’t
Act like you never knew homie, I
Stay close to my lab tryna get
Here, ’til I get near your coffin
Fear in it’s worst form
When I’m destroying you, I’m warning you
Murder!
Straight out the insane asylum
What the f**k am I? Just think about it, can’t define it
Say goodbye to any n***a you was vibin’ with
I f*****g hate to climb it
I’ve been on your trail like an invasive pirate make you rise
Y’all can never slay Goliath
I’ve been taking rappers and creating diets
Now they on the ‘Gram tryna’ make a product
Hoping I don’t put them in a bad position
They’ve been prayin’ I don’t ever catch ’em slippin’ (Haha!)
You could build a buzz rapper sick s**t
But you better not come around me I can differ (B***h!)
I’ve been lost on the path of sinnin’
I just hope the Lord’s gonna have forgiveness (Sorry)
Keep your mind out my bag of business
Else me you gon’ have a bad colission (Oh no!)
Ain’t giving a f**k
Adrenaline rush (Low-pro!)
When hitting ’em up
You n***as are lunch (For sure!)
A cynical nut, I’m finna get buck (H**s know!)
They feelin’ in love, my menacing touch
I have ’em flyin’ overseas cryin’ over me
I am openly a c*nt to ’em
See if I enroll the D I am gon’ unleash a giant load of cream on to ’em
Look, I ain’t a typical n***a you dealin’ with
This s**t is finna get rowdy I swear to God it is a must (Yeah, yeah)
I’ve been a militant minor degenerate ever since I was a
Little kid playing and kicking the mud (Yeah, yeah)
I’m a phenomenon no telling who I’mma bomb when I hop on a song
I’mma lose it it’s written in blood (Yuh, yuh!)
Honestly I done got everything I ever wanted
But is it enough? (Is it enough?)
You’re mad ’cause your fans ain’t as loyal
Dropping cla**ics again
Wrecking on you, damn it, man
Get the body bag there is too much madness at hand weightin’ on you
K.O.-in’ n***as with the blow
s** my d**k under the mistletoe
Don’t forget the balls, lick ’em both
This is Sicko Mode, level Travis isn’t getting on because
B***h I am on 10 it’s a no
Game I’m not your fan
You should know Hop’s back in here
Stay packin’ heat, you runnin’ s**t, not actually
These n***as can’t pull off
What I do up in this booth
I am too rude when I intrude on you don’t
Act like you never knew homie, I
Stay close to my lab tryna get
Here, ’til I get near your coffin
Fear in it’s worst form
When I’m destroying you, I’m warning you