[Verse 1:]
Running circles, competition is a marathon
Couldn't touch the pedestal and throne that I'm standing on
My crown getting rusted over, you can catch this cold shoulder
Squad is like a bunch soldiers, who you really stunting on?
I'm the ultimate, I am really old to this, ain't no need for an alternate, I'm already a compliment, to the competition just catch up like condiments
I'm leagues above you cats, ain't no need for my accomplishments
You a victim, I'm tired of playing "k**er"
I'm tired of playing nice, we not the same n***a
2 different lanes, currently on the highway
Switching gears, you rappers are coming my way
Really I'm the plug [x2]
You don't get no love [x2]
f** "subliminals", I'll really say your name
How your name "Lor Trigga", but you don't know how to aim
Really I'm a king [x2]
I'm just playing games [x2]
You n***as really lame, n***as really lame
You don't get no fame [x2]
Stop throwing shade, n***a air it out
I'm the n***a you should really be scared about
This a level that you couldn't fully reach
This a god flow, man you gon' have to preach (Amen)
You rapping like a caveman
Got the "trigga" on mute, when my n***as came in
That was from "To Be Honest", I'm tryna f** up some commas
You n***as come with the drama, I'm tryna' f** with Rihanna
Get more work than desiigner
Black and white like a panda
I just keep it 300, like my name was Montana
You just fail under-pressure
I can not understand you
Yeah the trigger just sneezed, all my k**ers say bless you
If you winning I'll let you, I'm not hating on that
But you can't really rap, I'm just stating the facts
Man you not a trap n***a
Hold up...
[Verse 2: Summer Sixteen]
All the rappers in Baltimore wanna be me a little
Except me and Shawn, we the only ones who don't keep it that simple
I got more rings, big chains, come around with that war pain
That's Meek Milly' cause I got mills,just tryna' get more fame
Young God, Presidente
Whipping n***as like I'm Kunta Kinte
Kicking n***as like I am a sensei
I'm k**ing rappers on a f**ing mixtape
I dab on em, Rico
n***as gotta know I'm evil
Ain't gonna be another sequel
I'm getting tired of these people
I'm a bad boy with a conscious
My girl wish I wasn't honest
I'm k**ing rappers, Ima target
Just wait til next august
Aww summer seventeen
16 bars mean
Riding dirty not clean
Why you tripping off me?
Call my n***a, "Aye Maine"?
Tell these n***as I'm the king
"When I Ride" was a game
Now the throne where I lay
Call my n***as out of state [x3]
Tell these n***as I'm the king
I'm a motherf**ing boss
Burning n***as, Randy Moss
I'm a motherf**ing star
Got me zooming pa** mars
*zoom zoom zoom* gone
Don't you worry bout Twan
n***a still spiiting bars